经典话剧剧本《Hamlet哈姆雷特ACT1》英文完整版(3)

　　Exit Ghost

　　MARCELLUS

　　'Tis gone, and will not answer.

　　BERNARDO

　　How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:

　　Is not this something more than fantasy?

　　What think you on't?

　　HORATIO

　　Before my God, I might not this believe

　　Without the sensible and true avouch

　　Of mine own eyes.

　　MARCELLUS

　　Is it not like the king?

　　HORATIO

　　As thou art to thyself:

　　Such was the very armour he had on

　　When he the ambitious Norway combated;

　　So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,

　　He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

　　'Tis strange.

　　MARCELLUS

　　Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

　　With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

　　HORATIO

　　In what particular thought to work I know not;

　　But in the gross and scope of my opinion,

　　This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

　　MARCELLUS

　　Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

　　Why this same strict and most observant watch

　　So nightly toils the subject of the land,

　　And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

　　And foreign mart for implements of war;

　　Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

　　Does not divide the Sunday from the week;

　　What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

　　Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:

　　Who is't that can inform me?

　　HORATIO

　　That can I;

　　At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,

　　Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

　　Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

　　Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,

　　Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--