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    Hamlet
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    Hamlet

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    One of the greatest plays of all time, the compelling tragedy of the tormented young prince of Denmark continues to capture the imaginations of modern audiences worldwide. Confronted with evidence that his uncle murdered his father, and with his mother's infidelity, Hamlet must find a means of reconciling his longing for oblivion with his duty as avenger. The ghost, Hamlet's feigned madness, Ophelia's death and burial, the play within a play, the "closet scene" in which Hamlet accuses his mother of complicity in murder, and breathtaking swordplay are just some of the elements that make Hamlet an enduring masterpiece of the theater.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherknowledge house
    Release dateJul 26, 2020
    ISBN9782380373325
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare was born in April 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, on England’s Avon River. When he was eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway. The couple had three children—an older daughter Susanna and twins, Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, died in childhood. The bulk of Shakespeare’s working life was spent in the theater world of London, where he established himself professionally by the early 1590s. He enjoyed success not only as a playwright and poet, but also as an actor and shareholder in an acting company. Although some think that sometime between 1610 and 1613 Shakespeare retired from the theater and returned home to Stratford, where he died in 1616, others believe that he may have continued to work in London until close to his death.

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      Hamlet - William Shakespeare

      Table des matières

      Hamlet

      William Shakespeare

      Act I

      SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

      SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.

      SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.

      SCENE IV. The platform.

      SCENE V. Another part of the platform.

      Act II

      SCENE I. A room in POLONIUS' house.

      SCENE II. A room in the castle

      Act III

      SCENE I. A room in the castle.

      SCENE II. A hall in the castle.

      SCENE III. A room in the castle.

      SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.

      Act IV

      SCENE I. A room in the castle.

      SCENE II. Another room in the castle.

      SCENE III. Another room in the castle.

      SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.

      SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.

      SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.

      SCENE VII. Another room in the castle.

      Act V

      SCENE I. A churchyard.

      SCENE II. A hall in the castle.

      Hamlet

      William Shakespeare

      Published: 1599

      Categorie(s): Fiction, Drama

      Act I

      SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

      FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO

      BERNARDO

      Who's there?

      FRANCISCO

      Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.

      BERNARDO

      Long live the king!

      FRANCISCO

      Bernardo?

      BERNARDO

      He.

      FRANCISCO

      You come most carefully upon your hour.

      BERNARDO

      'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.

      FRANCISCO

      For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,

      And I am sick at heart.

      BERNARDO

      Have you had quiet guard?

      FRANCISCO

      Not a mouse stirring.

      BERNARDO

      Well, good night.

      If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

      The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

      FRANCISCO

      I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?

      Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

      HORATIO

      Friends to this ground.

      MARCELLUS

      And liegemen to the Dane.

      FRANCISCO

      Give you good night.

      MARCELLUS

      O, farewell, honest soldier:

      Who hath relieved you?

      FRANCISCO

      Bernardo has my place.

      Give you good night.

      Exit

      MARCELLUS

      Holla! Bernardo!

      BERNARDO

      Say,

      What, is Horatio there?

      HORATIO

      A piece of him.

      BERNARDO

      Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.

      MARCELLUS

      What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

      BERNARDO

      I have seen nothing.

      MARCELLUS

      Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

      And will not let belief take hold of him

      Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:

      Therefore I have entreated him along

      With us to watch the minutes of this night;

      That if again this apparition come,

      He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

      HORATIO

      Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

      BERNARDO

      Sit down awhile;

      And let us once again assail your ears,

      That are so fortified against our story

      What we have two nights seen.

      HORATIO

      Well, sit we down,

      And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

      BERNARDO

      Last night of all,

      When yond same star that's westward from the pole

      Had made his course to illume that part of heaven

      Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,

      The bell then beating one,—

      Enter Ghost

      MARCELLUS

      Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!

      BERNARDO

      In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

      MARCELLUS

      Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

      BERNARDO

      Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.

      HORATIO

      Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.

      BERNARDO

      It would be spoke to.

      MARCELLUS

      Question it, Horatio.

      HORATIO

      What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,

      Together with that fair and warlike form

      In which the majesty of buried Denmark

      Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!

      MARCELLUS

      It is offended.

      BERNARDO

      See, it stalks away!

      HORATIO

      Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!

      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—

      For so this side of our known world esteem'd him—

      Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,

      Well ratified by law and heraldry,

      Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

      Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:

      Against the which, a moiety competent

      Was gaged by our king; which had return'd

      To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

      Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,

      And carriage of the article design'd,

      His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

      Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

      Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

      Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

      For food and diet, to some enterprise

      That hath a stomach in't; which is no other—

      As it doth well appear unto our state—

      But to recover of us, by strong hand

      And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

      So by his father lost: and this, I take it,

      Is the main motive of our preparations,

      The source of this our watch and the chief head

      Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

      BERNARDO

      I think it be no other but e'en so:

      Well may it sort that this portentous figure

      Comes armed through our watch; so like the king

      That was and is the question of these wars.

      HORATIO

      A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

      In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

      A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

      The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead

      Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:

      As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star

      Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands

      Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:

      And even the like precurse of fierce events,

      As harbingers preceding still the fates

      And prologue to the omen coming on,

      Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

      Unto our climatures and countrymen.—

      But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!

      Re-enter Ghost

      I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!

      If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

      Speak to me:

      If there be any good thing to be done,

      That may to thee do ease and grace to me,

      Speak to me:

      Cock crows

      If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

      Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!

      Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

      Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.

      MARCELLUS

      Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

      HORATIO

      Do, if it will not stand.

      BERNARDO

      'Tis here!

      HORATIO

      'Tis here!

      MARCELLUS

      'Tis gone!

      Exit Ghost

      We do it wrong, being so majestical,

      To offer it the show of violence;

      For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

      And our vain blows malicious mockery.

      BERNARDO

      It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

      HORATIO

      And then it started like a guilty thing

      Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

      The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

      Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat

      Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,

      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

      The extravagant and erring spirit hies

      To his confine: and of the truth herein

      This present object made probation.

      MARCELLUS

      It faded on the crowing of the cock.

      Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

      Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

      The bird of dawning singeth all night long:

      And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;

      The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,

      No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

      So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

      HORATIO

      So have I heard and do in part believe it.

      But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

      Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:

      Break we our watch up; and by my advice,

      Let us impart what we have seen to-night

      Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,

      This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

      Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

      As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

      MARCELLUS

      Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know

      Where we shall find him most conveniently.

      Exeunt

      SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.

      Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and

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