What do the Danes think of Hamlet?

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Second scene

[270]A state room in the castle.


The king, the queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Voltimand, Cornelius, lords of the court and entourage.


KING.

Though of Hamlet's death, my dear brother,

The memory is still fresh; and whether it is in our hearts

Befitted to mourn, and the whole kingdom,

To wrinkle in a forehead of grief;

So far has judgment fought nature

That we remember it with wise sorrow, [270]

At the same time with the remembrance of ourselves.

So we have our sister at one time,

Now our queen, the high widow

And heiress of this warlike state,

With suppressed joy to say so

With a serene, wet eye,

With funeral cheers and with wedding lament,

Suffering and pleasure weighing in the same bowls,

Taken for marriage; have here too

Do not resist your better wisdom,

Which freely agreed with us. - For everything, thanks!

Well, you know, did young Fortinbras

Out of underestimation of our worth, and thinking

Through our dear, blessed brother's death

Our state be twisted and out of joint:

Based on this dream of his advantage,

To plague us with message is not lacking

To reproduce those lands

Legally lost by his father

To our brave brother. - So much for him;

Now from ourselves and your calling.

That's the business: we write here

To Norway, ohm of young Fortinbras,

The weak, bedridden, hardly from this attack

The nephew hears the same distant passage

To inhibit in this; sintemal the advertising,

Existence and number of troops, all of them

Happens from his people; and now send

You, brave Voltimand, and you, Cornelius,

With this greeting to old Norway,

Handing you no further authority,

To act with the king as the measure

The article discussed here admits.

Farewell, and hurry to recommend your zeal!

CORNELIUS AND VOLTIMAND.

Here, as in everything, we want to show it.

KING.

We do not doubt it. Farewell!


Exit Voltimand and Cornelius.[271]


And now, Laertes, say what are you bringing us?

You mentioned a request: what is it, Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

And lose your word. Can you ask

What I don't like to grant before you ask for it?

The head is no longer related to the heart,

The hand of the mouth is not more serviceable,

When Denmark's throne is your father.

What do you want, Laertes?

LAERTES.

Lord,

Perk to return to France,

Whence I willingly came to Denmark,

To do my duty at your coronation;

But now I confess that the duty has been fulfilled

My thoughts and desires strive for France

And bows to your gracious permission.

KING.

Does your father allow you? What does Polonius say?

POLONIUS.

He has, my lord, the hesitant permission

Forced from me by persistent pleading,

That at his request I would finally get the seal

The difficult grant depressed.

I ask you to give him permission to go!

KING.

Take your favorable hour: time be yours,

And your own adornment; use them as you wish! -

But now, my cousin Hamlet and my son -

HAMLET aside.

More than friend, less than friend.

KING.

How, are there still clouds hanging over you?

HAMLET.

No, my lord, I have too much sun.

QUEEN.

Throw off, good Hamlet, the night color,

And let your eyes see Denmark as a friend!

Don't keep looking with lowered eyelashes

According to your noble father in the dust:

You know it's mean: what lives must die

And acquire Ew'ges according to temporality.

HAMLET.

Yes, madam, it's mean.

QUEEN.

Well

Why does it seem so special to you? [272]

HAMLET.

Seems, madam? No is; I don't mean "seems".

Not just my gloomy coat, good mother,

Still the usual dress of serious black,

Still stormy sighs' oppressed odems,

Even in the eye the abundant stream,

Still the hunched posture of the face,

With all custom, kind, form of grief,

Is that what truly makes known to me; this really seems:

There are signs that one could play.

What about all appearances, I carry in me;

All this is only sorrow's dress and ornament.

KING.

It is very dear and glorious to your heart, Hamlet,

To perform this duty of mourning for the father.

But know, your father also died a father;

To him, and to those who are left behind,

After a child's commitment, for a while

Keeping the funeral mourning. But to persevere

The doing is in idiosyncratic complaints

Wicked stubbornness; is unmanly suffering;

Shows a will that defies heaven

An ungentled heart and wild mind;

Shows stupid, disobedient mind.

What one knows must be; what common

Like the meanest thing that stirs the senses:

Why that in sullen resistance

Take to heart? Pooh! it is passing away

In the sky; is offense to the dead,

Perish on nature; before reason

Most foolish, their general sermon

The fathers are dead, and they always cried

From the first corpse to the deceased today:

"It has to be like this." We ask you to throw it to the ground

This sterile suffering, and think of us

As a father; because the world should know

That you are next to our throne,

And with no less exuberance of love

When his dearest father dedicates to his son, [273]

I am fond of you. What your return

Concerning high school in Wittenberg,

So it highly contradicts our wish,

And we ask you to stay popular

Here in the mild glow of our eyes,

As our first courtier, cousin, son.

QUEEN.

Don't let your mother ask wrongly, Hamlet:

Please stay with us, don't go to Wittenberg!

HAMLET.

I will gladly obey you, madam.

KING.

Well, that's a lovely, lovely answer.

Be like ourselves in Denmark! - Come, wife!

Hamlet's willing, friendly indulgence

Sits smiling around my heart; and in honor of that

Shall the gun every drink today,

Bring Denmark to the clouds,

And when the king rings, heaven should

The roar of earthly thunder. - Come with me!


Exit King, Queen, Laertes, and retinue.


HAMLET.

O melt this all too firm flesh,

Dissolves and dissolves into a dew!

Or would not Ew'ge have his command

Directed against suicide! - O God! O God!

How disgusting, stale and flat and ineffable

Seems to me all the goings-on in this world!

Pooh! ugh about it! It's a desolate garden

Who shoots up in seeds; kinky weeds

Fulfills him completely. It must come to that!

Two moons first dead! - no, not so much, not two;

Such an excellent monarch! the one next to this

Apollo with a satyr; so loving my mother,

That the winds of heaven are not too rough

Her face was touching. Heaven and Earth!

Do I have to remember? Was she attached to him

As if the growth of her lust increased with

What their diet was. And yet, in a moon -

Don't make me think - weakness, your name is woman! -

A short moon; before the shoe is consumed, [274]

With which she followed my father's corpse,

Like Niobe, all tears - she, yes she;

O heaven! an animal that has no sense

But mourn longer. - married to my ohm,

My father's brother, but similar to him

As I do to Hercules: in a moon!

Before the salt of the most outrageous tears

The redness of sore eyes still left,

Was she married! - Oh, disgraceful haste, so quickly

To fall into a bloodthirsty bed!

It is not and it will never be good.

But break my heart! because my mouth must be silent.


Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.


HORATIO.

Hail your Highness!

HAMLET.

I am pleased. To see you well.

Horatio - if I don't forget myself?

HORATIO.

Yes, prince, and your poor servant always.

HAMLET.

My good friend; change that name for me!

What are you doing here from Wittenberg, Horatio?

Marcellus?

MARCELLUS.

My lord -

HAMLET.

I am glad to see you. Have a good evening!

Seriously, what is taking you away from Wittenberg?

HORATIO.

An idle slope, my prince.

HAMLET.

I don't want to hear your enemy say that

You should still force my ear

That your own testimony against you

Would be valid to him. I know you are not idle.

But what is your business in Elsinore?

You should learn to drink before you travel.

HORATIO.

I came to your father's funeral.

HAMLET.

Please, do not scoff at me, my school friend;

You certainly came to my mother's wedding.

HORATIO.

Indeed, my prince, she quickly followed.

HAMLET.

Economy, Horatio! Economy! The baked

From the funeral there were cold wedding dishes.

If I would rather have the worst enemy in heaven [275]

Hit as lived the day, Horatio!

My father - I think I see my father.

HORATIO.

Where, my prince?

HAMLET.

In the eyes of my mind, Horatio.

HORATIO.

I saw him once, he was a solid king.

HAMLET.

He was a man, take it all in all

I will never see his own kind.

HORATIO.

My prince, I think I saw him the night before.

HAMLET.

Saw? whom?

HORATIO.

My prince, the king, your father.

HAMLET.

The king, my father?

HORATIO.

Calms the astonishment for a while

Through an attentive ear; until I see this miracle

To the affirmation of the men here

You can report.

HAMLET.

For God's sake let me hear!

HORATIO.

Two nights in a row it was the two of them

Marcellus and Bernardo, on guard

In dead silence, deep midnight

So happened. A shadow like your father

(Armored, completely in defense, from head to toe,)

Appears before them, walks with a serious kick

Slowly by and stately; steps three times

Before her staring, terrified eyes

So that his staff can deliver them; while they

Curdled almost to gel by fear

Stand mute and don't talk to him. Now this

They trust me in fearful secrecy.

I kept watch with them the third night;

And there, as she reports, after the time

Shape of the thing, literally all true,

Comes the ghost. I knew your father:

Here these hands are no longer alike.

HAMLET.

But where did this take place?

MARCELLUS.

On the terrace where we kept watch.

HAMLET.

You didn't talk to him?

HORATIO.

I did, my prince

But there was no answer; only once did it appear [276]

It lifted its head and sent itself

To the movement as if it wanted to speak.

But just now the morning rooster crowed loudly,

And with the tone it slips away in a hurry

And vanished from our sight.

HAMLET.

Very strange.

HORATIO.

In my life, noble prince, it is true;

We kept it prescribed by duty,

The matter of making known to you.

HAMLET.

Seriously, seriously, gentlemen, this frightens me.

Do you have the watch today?

ALL.

Yes, my lord.

HAMLET.

Armored, you say?

ALL.

Armored, my lord.

HAMLET.

From the vertebra to the toe?

ALL.

From head to toe.

HAMLET.

Didn't you see his face like that?

HORATIO.

Oh yes, his visor was up.

HAMLET.

Well, does he scowl?

HORATIO.

One expression, more

Of suffering as anger.

HAMLET.

Pale or red?

HORATIO.

No, extremely pale.

HAMLET.

His eyes fixed on you?

HORATIO.

Very tight.

HAMLET.

I wish I had been there.

HORATIO.

You would certainly have been horrified.

HAMLET.

Very believable

Very believable. Was it long?

HORATIO.

Meanwhile with moderate speed

You could count a hundred.

MARCELLUS, BERNARDO.

Longer, longer.

HORATIO.

Not when I saw it.

HAMLET.

His beard was old, wasn't it?

HORATIO.

As I saw it in his life

A blackish silver gray.

HAMLET.

I want to watch today.

Maybe it will come again. [277]

HORATIO.

Reliable.

HAMLET.

If it appears in my noble father's education,

That's how I address it, even hell itself yawns

And told me to be calm. I ask you all:

Have you hid this face until now,

So keep it still in your silence;

And whatever else may happen at night

Make sense of everything, but no tongue:

I want to reward you for love; farewell!

On the terrace between eleven and twelve

I visit you.

ALL.

Your grace, our services!

HAMLET.

No, your love, like mine you.

Goodbye now!


Exit Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.


My father's spirit in arms!

Not everything is good: I suspect something

Of bad schemes. If the night were only here!

Until then, calm down, soul! Wicked deeds,

If the earth also hides them, they must betray themselves.


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