Scene The Danish royal palace at Elsinore

第二場

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

The memory be green, and that it us befitted

To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe,

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

Th'imperial jointress to this warlike state,

Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

Taken to wife ;nor have we we herein barred

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

With this affair along - for all, our thanks.

Now follows that you know : young Fortinbras,

Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,

He hath not failed to pester us with message

Importing the surrender of those lands

Lost by his father, with all bands of law,

To our most valiant brother. So much for him.

Now for ourself and for this time of meeting

Thus much the business is : we have here writ

To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,

Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress

His further gait herein, in that the levies,

The lists, and full proportions, are all made

Out of his subject ; and we here dispatch

You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,

For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,

Giving to you no further personal power

To business with the king, more than the scope

Of these dilated articles allow.

Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius

And now Laertes, what's the news with you ?

You told us of some suit, what is't Laertes ?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane

And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg Laertes,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

The head is not more native to the heart,

The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

What wouldst thou have Laertes ?

Laertes

My dread lord,

Your leave and favour to return to France,

From whence though willingly I came to Denmark

To show my duty in your coronation,

Yet now I must confess, that duty done,

My thoughts and wishes. bend again toward France,

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

CLAUDIUS Have you your father's leave ? What says Polonius?

POLONIUS He hath my lord wrung from me my slow leave

By laboursome petition, and at last

Upon his will I sealed my hard consent.

I do beseech you give him leave to go.

CLAUDIUS

Take thy fair hour Laertes, time be thine,

And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

But now my cousin Hamlet, and my son -

HAMLET (Aside) A Iittle more than kin, and less than kind.

CLAUDIUS How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

HAMLET Not so my lord, I am too much i'th'sun.

GERTRUDE

Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off,

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not forever with thy vailed lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Thou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

HAMLET Ay madam, it is common.

GERTRUDE If it be,

Why seems it so particular with thee ?

HAMLET

Seems madam? nay it is, I know not seems.

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play,

But I have that within which passes show -

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

CLAUDIUS

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet,

To give these mourning duties to your father ;

But you must know, your father lost a father,

That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

In filial obligation for some term

To do obsequious sorrow; but to persever

In obstinate condolement is a course

Of impious stubbornness, 'tis unmanly grief,

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

An understanding simple and unschooled.

For what we know must be, and is as common

As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

Why should we in our peevish opposition

Take it to heart ? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

To reason most absurd, whose common theme

Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,

From the first corse till he that died today,

' This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth

This unprevailing woe, and think of us

As of a father, for let the world take note

You are the most immediate to our throne,

And with no less nobility of love

Than that which dearest father bears his son,

Do I impart toward you. For your intent

In going back to school in Wittenberg,

It is most retrograde to our desire,

And we beseech you bend you to remain

Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

GERTRUDE Let not thy mother lose her prayers Hamlet.

I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

HAMLET I shall in all my best obey you madam.

CLAUDIUS Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.

Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.

This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof,

No jocund health that Denmark drinks today

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,

Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet

HAMLET

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God, God,

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world !

Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden

That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this !

But two months dead - nay not so much, not two -

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly - heaven and earth,

Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on, and yet within a month -

Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman -

A little month, or ere those shoes were old

With which she followed my poor father's body

Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she -

O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason

Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle,

My father's brother, but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules - within a month,

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married. Oh most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets.

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS and BARNARDO

HORATIO Hail to your lordship.

HAMLET I am glad to see you well.

Horatio - or I do forget self.

HORATIO The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

HAMLET Sir, my good friend, I'll change that name with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?

Marcellus.

MARCELLUS My good lord.

HAMLET I am very glad to see you. (TO Barnardo) Good even sir.

But what in faith make you from Wittenberg.

HORATIO A truant disposition, good my lord.

HAMLET I would not hear your enemy say so,

Nor shall you do my ear that violence

To make it truster of your own report

Against yourself. I know you are no truant.

But what is your affair in Elsinore ?

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

HORATIO My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

HAMLET I pray thee do not mock me fellow student,

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

HORATIO Indeed my lord, it followed hard upon.

HAMLET Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

My father, methinks I see my father -

HORATIO Where my lord ?

HAMLET In my mind's eye, Horatio.

HORATIO I saw him once, a was a goodly king.

HAMLET A was a man, take him for all in all.

I shall not look upon his like again.

HORATIO My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

HAMLET Saw ? Who ?

HORATIO My lord, the king your father.

HORATIO Season your admiration for a while

With an attent ear, till I may deliver

Upon the witness of these gentlemen

This marvel to you.

HAMLET For God's love let me hear.

HORATIO

Two nights together had these gentlemen,

Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch

In the dead waste and middle of the night,

Been thus encountered. A figure like your father,

Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

Appears before them, and with solemn march

Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walked

By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes

Within his truncheon's length, whilst they, distilled

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me

In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch,

Where, as they had delivered, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The apparition comes. I knew your father,

These hands are not more like.

HAMLET But where was this?

MARCELLUS My lord, upon the platform where we watched.

HAMLET Did you not speak to it?

HORATIO My lord, I did,

But answer made it none. Yet once methought

It lifted up it head and did address

Itself to motion like as it would speak ;

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

And vanished from our sight.

HAMLET 'Tis very strange.

HORATIO As I do live my honoured lord 'tis true,

And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

HAMLET Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch tonight ?

MARCELLUS

BARNARDO We do, my lord

HAMLET Armed say you ?

MARCELLUS

BARNARDO Armed my lord.

HAMLET From top to toe ?

MARCELLUS

BARNARDO My lord, from head to foot.

HAMLET Then saw you not his face ?

HORATIO Oh yes my lord, he wore his beaver up.

HAMLET What, looked he frowningly ?

HORATIO A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

HAMLET Pale, or red ?

HORATIO Nay very pale.

HAMLET And fixed his eyes upon you ?

Hamlet Very like, very like. Stayed it long?

Horatio While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Marcellus

Barnardo Longer, Ionger.

Horatio Not when I saw 't.

Hamlet His beard was grizzled, no ?

Horatio It was as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silvered.

Hamlet I will watch tonight,

Perchance 'twill walk again.

Horatio I warrant it will.

Hamlet

｛ 父上の御姿を装ふからには、たとひ地獄が脚下に開いて、物を言ふなと禁じても、予は誓って言葉をかけよう。時におのおのに頼みがある。今日まで此儀を秘し隠しくれた以上、此上とも口をつぐみ、今宵如何様の事が起こるとも、只胸の中に合点して、きっと口外は致すまいぞ。御身等の誠意にはやがて報ゆる時もあらう。さらばぢゃ、十一時と十二時の間において、見張場で また逢はうぞ ｝

If it assume my noble father's person,

I"ll speak to it though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

If you have hitherto concealed this sight,

Let it be tenable in your silence still,

And whatsomever else shall hap tonight,

Give it an understanding but no tongue.

I will requite your loves. So fare you well :

Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

I'll visit you.

All

Our duty to your honour.

Hamlet

ハムレット残り皆々入る

父上の亡魂が甲冑姿で！ 不祥の前表。では隠れた悪行があるのぢゃな。ええ、夜の来るまでが待遠しい！ やい、それまでじっとしていよう、我心よ。 悪事はやがてあらはれようぞ、たとひ大地が人の目をさえぎるとも ｝

Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

Exeunt all but Hamlet

Ｍy father's spirit, in arms ! A11 is not well.

I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come.

Till then sit still my soul. Foul deeds will rise