Scene V. Another part of the platform.
Enter Ghost and Hamlet
Hamlet: Where wilt thou(you) lead me? speak; I’ll go no further.
Ghost: Mark me.
Hamlet: I will.
Ghost: My hour is almost come, When I [to sulphurous(地狱般的) and tormenting(痛苦的) flames] Must render [up myself].
Hamlet: Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost: Pity me not, but lend thy(your) serious hearing [To what I shall unfold].
Hamlet: Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost: So art(are) thou(you) to revenge, when thou(you) shalt(shall) hear.
Hamlet: What?
Ghost: I am thy(your) father’s spirit,
Doom’d [for a certain term] 〘to walk the night〙,
And [for the day] confined 〘to fast(禁食) in fires〙,
Till the foul crimes 〔done in my days of nature〕 Are burnt and purged away.
But that I am forbid 〘To tell the secrets of my prison-house〙,
I could 〘a tale〙 unfold 〔whose lightest word Would harrow up thy(your) soul〕, freeze thy(your) young blood,
Make thy(your) two eyes, like stars, start(跳动) from their spheres,
But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou(you) didst(did) ever 〘thy(your) dear father〙 love–
Hamlet: O God!
Ghost: Revenge 〘his foul and most unnatural murder〙.
Hamlet: Murder!
Ghost: Murder 〔most foul〕, as in the best it is; But this 〔most foul, strange and unnatural〕.
Hamlet: Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost: I find thee(you) apt; And duller shouldst thou(you) be than the fat weed 〔That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf〕, Wouldst thou(you) not stir in this.
Now, Hamlet, hear: ‘Tis(It is) given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so 【the whole ear of Denmark】 Is [by a forged process of my death] Rankly abused: but know, thou(you) noble youth, The serpent 〔that did sting thy(your) father’s life〕 Now wears his crown.
Hamlet: O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ghost: Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,– O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So [to seduce]!–won [to his shameful lust] 〘The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen〙:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity [That it went [hand in hand] even [with the vow 〔I made to her in marriage〕]], and to decline Upon a wretch 〔whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine〕!
But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it [in a shape of heaven], So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d, Will sate itself [in a celestial bed], And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be.
Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, [Upon my secure hour] thy(your) uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon(毒草) in a vial, And [in the porches(门廊) of my ears] did pour 〘The leperous distilment〙;
whose effect Holds such an enmity(敌意) [with blood of man] [That [swift as quicksilver] it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body],
And [with a sudden vigour(活力)] doth(does) posset(凝固) And curd(凝结), like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter(皮疹) bark’d about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust(痂皮), All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, [by a brother’s hand] Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel’d, disappointed, unanel’d, No reckoning made, but sent to my account [With all my imperfections(瑕疵) on my head]:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou(you) hast(have) nature in thee(you), bear it not;
Let not 〘the royal bed of Denmark〙 be A couch(长榻) 〔for luxury and damned incest〕.
But, howsoever thou(you) pursuest this act, Taint not thy(your) mind, nor let thy(your) soul contrive [Against thy(your) mother] 〘aught(任何事情)〙:
leave her to heaven And to those thorns 〔that in her bosom(胸) lodge(门房)〕, To prick and sting her.
Fare thee(you) well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And ‘gins(begins) to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
Exit
Hamlet: O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple(加上) hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee(you)!
Ay, thou(you) poor ghost, while memory holds a seat [In this distracted globe]. Remember thee(you)!
Yea, [from the table of my memory] I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there;
And thy(your) commandment all alone shall live [Within the book and volume of my brain], Unmix’d with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,–meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark:
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is ‘Adieu, adieu! remember me.’ I have sworn ’t.
Marcellus Horatio: [Within] My lord, my lord,–
Marcellus: [Within] Lord Hamlet,–
Horatio: [Within] Heaven secure him!
Hamlet: So be it!
Horatio: [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hamlet: Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus
Marcellus: How is’t, my noble lord?
Horatio: What news, my lord?
Hamlet: O, wonderful!
Horatio: Good my lord, tell it.
Hamlet: No; you’ll reveal it.
Horatio: Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Marcellus: Nor I, my lord.
Hamlet: How say you, then; would heart of man once think it? But you’ll be secret?
Horatio Marcellus: Ay, by heaven, my lord.
Hamlet: There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he’s an arrant knave.
Horatio: There needs no ghost, my lord, 〔come from the grave〕 [To tell us this].
Hamlet: Why, right; you are i’(in) the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man has business and desire, Such as it is; and for mine own poor part, Look you, I’ll go pray.
Horatio: These are but 〘wild and whirling words〙, my lord.
Hamlet: I’m sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, ‘faith heartily.
Horatio: There’s no offence, my lord.
Hamlet: Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence too.
Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us, O’ermaster(overmaster) ’t(it) as you may.
And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars and soldiers, Give me one poor request.
Horatio: What is’t, my lord? we will.
Hamlet: Never make known 〘what you have seen to-night〙.
Horatio Marcellus: My lord, we will not.
Hamlet: Nay, but swear’t.
Horatio: In faith, My lord, not I.
Marcellus: Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Hamlet: Upon my sword.
Marcellus: We have sworn, my lord, already.
Hamlet: Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet: Ah, ha, boy! say’st thou(you) so? art(are) thou(you) there, truepenny?
Come on–you hear this fellow 〔in the cellarage〕– Consent to swear.
Horatio: Propose the oath, my lord.
Hamlet: Never to speak of this 〔that you have seen〕, Swear by my sword.
Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet: Hic et ubique? then we’ll shift our ground.
Come hither(here), gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Never to speak of this 〔that you have heard〕, Swear by my sword.
Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet: Well said, old mole! canst work i’(in) the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
Horatio: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet: And therefore [as a stranger] give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
But come; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe’er(so ever) I bear myself,
As I [perchance(偶然) hereafter] shall think meet(适宜的) [To put an antic disposition on],
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms 〔encumber’d〕 thus, or this headshake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As ‘Well, well, we know,’ or ‘We could, an if we would,’ Or ‘If we list to speak,’ or ‘There be, an if they might,’ Or such ambiguous giving out,
to note 〘That you know aught(全部) of me〙: this not to do,
So grace and mercy [at your most need] help you, Swear.
Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet: Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
[They swear]
So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born [to set it right]!
Nay, come, let’s go together.
Exeunt