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Village Translation Human activity i, Scene five

The GHOST and HAMLET enter.

Hamlet

Where wilt thou lead me? Speak, I'll go no further.

HAMLET

Where are you leading me? Speak. I'k not going any farther.

GHOST

My hr is well-nigh come When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames Must render upwardly myself.

GHOST

The hour has almost come when I must render to the torment of the flames of purgatory.

GHOST

Pity me non, merely lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.

GHOST

Don't pity me. But listen carefully to what I have to say.

Hamlet

Speak. I am bound to hear.

Village

Speak. I hope to listen.

GHOST

So art thou to revenge when thou shalt hear.

GHOST

And so you must promise to avenge my expiry, too, when you hear what I say.

GHOST

I am thy male parent's spirit, Doomed for a sure term to walk the dark And for the twenty-four hour period confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes washed in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. Simply that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest give-and-take Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Brand thy 2 eyes, like stars, commencement from their spheres, Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part And each particular hair to stand on finish, Like quills upon the fearful porpentine. Just this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love—

GHOST

I'g the ghost of your father, doomed for a certain fourth dimension to walk the earth at night. During the twenty-four hours, I'm confined in the fires of purgatory, until those flames have burned away the sins I committed in my life. If I weren't forbidden to tell you the secrets of purgatory, I could tell you stories that would cutting upwardly your soul, freeze your blood, brand your eyes bulge from their sockets, and your hair stand on end like the quills of a frightened porcupine. Simply the secrets of purgatory must not be told to mortals. Mind, heed, oh, heed! If you always loved your dear father—

GHOST

Revenge his foul and about unnatural murder.

GHOST

Have revenge for his awful and horrible murder.

GHOST

Murder almost foul, every bit in the best it is. But this almost foul, strange and unnatural.

GHOST

His most awful murder. All murder is awful, but this one was fifty-fifty more awful, startling, and unnatural.

Hamlet

Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings every bit swift Equally meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.

Village

Tell me quickly about it, then that I can blitz to take revenge, even faster than a person tin can call back thoughts of dearest.

GHOST

I find thee apt, And duller shouldst chiliad be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst 1000 not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forgèd process of my decease Rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth, The ophidian that did sting thy male parent'due south life Now wears his crown.

GHOST

I similar your words. You lot'd accept to be equally slow and boring equally a weed growing on the banks of Lethe not to be brought to anger past my story. Now, Hamlet, mind. The official story is that a poisonous serpent bit me while I was sleeping in the orchard. That is a lie that deceives all of Denmark. Y'all noble youth, know that the snake that killed your father is now wearing his crown.

Village

O my prophetic soul! My uncle?

Hamlet

Oh, my far-seeing soul! My uncle?

GHOST

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts— O wicked wit and gifts, that accept the ability And so to seduce!—won to his shameful lust The will of my nearly 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 spousal relationship, and to turn down Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine. But virtue, as it never volition be moved, Though lewdness courtroom it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, 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 hr thy uncle stole With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of my ears did cascade The leperous distilment, whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver information technology courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body And with a sudden vigor doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome claret. So did information technology mine. And a virtually instant tetter barked about, Almost lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust All my smoothen body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's paw Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled. No reckoning fabricated, just sent to my business relationship With all my imperfections on my head. Oh, horrible, oh, horrible, most horrible! If one thousand hast nature in thee, behave information technology non. Let non the royal bed of Denmark exist A couch for luxury and damnèd incest. But howsoever g pursuest this act, Taint non thy mind, nor let thy soul concoct Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom gild To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at in one case. The glowworm shows the matin to exist nearly, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Adieu, adieu, bye. Retrieve me.

GHOST

Yes, that incestuous, adulterous animal. With his evil wit and traitorous gifts—oh wicked wit and gifts, that accept the power to seduce!—he convinced my seemingly virtuous queen to give in to his lust. Oh, Hamlet, she savage so far! From me, who loved her with the dignity that goes hand in manus with my marriage vows, to a wretch whose natural abilities could non compare to mine. But but as true virtue can't be corrupted, so volition animalism show its truthful nature by satisfying itself kickoff in the approving of heavenly marriage and so by wallowing in garbage. Just await. I call up I smell the morning air. I must speak quickly. As I was sleeping in the orchard—every bit I used to do every afternoon—your uncle snuck upwards and poured a vial of henbane poisonous substance into my ear. That poison—which is like a natural enemy of blood—spreads like quicksilver through the veins and curdles the blood. So it did to mine. I broke instantly into a rash that covered my shine body with a revolting crust. And then, as I slept, my brother stole my life, my crown, and my queen. He killed me even as I was still gripped past sin, because I did not get to apologize my sins or receive last rites. I was sent to death with all my sins withal on my caput. Oh, horrible, horrible, almost horrible! If you take any natural feelings of a son for a father in you lot, don't let this stand up. Don't permit the bed of the Danish king exist a nest of incest. Only withal yous attempt to become revenge, don't allow your listen or soul to contemplate harming your mother. Leave her fate to God, and to the sting of her ain guilt. Goodbye at present. The glow of light on the horizon shows that morn is near. Cheerio, goodbye, adieu. Remember me.

Hamlet

O all you host of heaven! O world! What else? And shall I couple hell? Oh, fie! Agree, agree, my heart, And you, my sinews, abound not instant old, But comport me stiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles retentiveness holds a seat In this distracted earth. Recall thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe abroad all trivial addicted records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and ascertainment copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the volume and volume of my brain, Unmixed with baser affair. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain! My tables!—Encounter it is I set information technology down That one may grin, and smile, and be a villain. At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. [writes] So, uncle, there yous are. Now to my discussion. It is "Adieu, adieu. Remember me." I take sworn 't.

HAMLET

Oh, all y'all angels of heaven! Oh, everyone on earth! What else? Should I include hell too? Oh, curses! Go on beating, my center, and muscles, don't abound suddenly quondam—hold me upright. Recollect you? Yep, you poor ghost, as long as I take any memory in my distracted head. Remember you? Yes, I'll wipe make clean my memory of all unimportant facts, all the wise sayings of books, all images and impressions from my youth, then that your commandment alone volition live in that location. Yes, by heaven! Oh, you wicked woman! Oh, you lot villain, villain, damned, smiling villain! Where's my notebook? I should write down that one can grinning and smiling, and all the same be a villain. At to the lowest degree it's possible to practice so in Denmark. [He writes] So, uncle, there you are. Now I must fulfill my vow. He said, "Retrieve me." I've sworn I would.

HORATIO and MARCELLUS enter.

HORATIO

My lord, my lord!

HORATIO

Sky secure him!

HORATIO

Illo, ho, ho, my lord!

HORATIO

Howdy, hello at that place, my lord!

HAMLET

Hillo, ho, ho, boy. Come up, bird, come.

Hamlet

Hi, hello there, boy! Come to me.

MARCELLUS

How is 't, my noble lord?

MARCELLUS

What happened, my noble lord?

HORATIO

What news, my lord?

HORATIO

What did you learn, my lord?

Village

Oh, it was amazing!

HORATIO

Good my lord, tell it.

HAMLET

No. You'll reveal it.

HAMLET

No. You'll reveal my hugger-mugger.

HORATIO

Not I, my lord, by heaven.

HORATIO

I swear to God I won't, my lord.

MARCELLUS

Nor I, my lord.

MARCELLUS

Nor will I, my lord.

Village

How say you, then? Would heart of homo in one case think it? But y'all'll be clandestine?

HAMLET

Y'all say so, but can yous promise you lot'll keep the secret?

HORATIO, MARCELLUS

Ay, past heaven, my lord.

HORATIO, MARCELLUS

Yes, I swear to God, my lord.

Village

There'southward ne'er a villain abode in all Kingdom of denmark Simply he's an arrant knave.

Hamlet

At that place's not a villain in Denmark who isn't a complete liar .

HORATIO

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell united states this.

HORATIO

My lord, we didn't need a ghost returning from the grave to tell u.s. that.

Hamlet

Why, right, you are in the right. And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold information technology fit that we milkshake easily and office. You, equally your business and desire shall point you— For every man has business and desire, Such every bit it is—and for my ain poor part, Look you, I'll go pray.

Village

Why, correct, yous are right. And then, with that, I'd say that the best thing would be for united states to shake hands and go our separate ways. You go wherever your business concern takes y'all—since every human being has some business to take care of, any it is. As for me,'ll go and pray.

HORATIO

These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

HORATIO

Your words are wild and meaningless, my lord.

HAMLET

I'm sorry they offend yous, heartily. Aye faith, heartily.

Hamlet

I'thousand very sorry they offended you. Aye, past God, very sorry.

HORATIO

There's no offense, my lord.

HORATIO

At that place was no offense, my lord.

HAMLET

Aye, by Saint Patrick, simply there is, Horatio, And much criminal offense too. Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell y'all. For your want to know what is between us, O'ermaster 't as y'all may. And now, skillful friends, Equally you lot are friends, scholars and soldiers, Give me one poor request.

HAMLET

Ah, but I swear by Saint Patrick that there is, Horatio. A lot of offense. Equally for this ghost, he'south an honest ane, I'll tell you that. Simply as for your desire to know what happened betwixt u.s.a., control yourself and don't ask. And at present, skilful friends—and you are friends, scholars, and soldiers—do me one modest favor.

HORATIO

What is 't, my lord? We will.

HORATIO

What is it, my lord? We'll do it.

HAMLET

Never brand known what you have seen tonight.

Hamlet

Never tell anyone what you've seen tonight.

HORATIO, MARCELLUS

My lord, we will non.

HORATIO, MARCELLUS

Nosotros won't, my lord.

Hamlet

Nay, but swear 't.

HAMLET

No, you must swear it.

HORATIO

In faith, my lord, not I.

HORATIO

I swear to God I won't.

MARCELLUS

Nor I, my lord, in religion.

MARCELLUS

Nor I, my lord, I swear to God.

MARCELLUS

We take sworn, my lord, already.

MARCELLUS

But nosotros swore already, my lord.

HAMLET

Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

Hamlet

True, merely still, swear on my sword.

GHOST

[cries under the phase] Swear!

GHOST

[He calls out from under the stage] Swear!

Village

Ah, ha, boy! Sayst chiliad so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on, y'all hear this beau in the cellarage. Consent to swear.

HAMLET

Aha, do y'all say so, boy? Are you lot down at that place, my trusty swain?

[To HORATIO and MARCELLUS] Come on, y'all heard the man downwards in the basement. Agree to swear.

HORATIO

Suggest the adjuration, my lord.

HORATIO

Tell u.s. what to swear, my lord.

HAMLET

Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword.

Village

Never to speak of what you lot've seen. Swear by my sword.

GHOST

[From under the stage] Swear.

HAMLET

Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword. Swear by my sword Never to speak of this that you take heard.

Hamlet

You're everywhere, huh? Nosotros'll move somewhere else.

[To HORATIO and MARCELLUS] Come over hither, gentlemen, and rest your hands again on my sword. Swear by my sword never to speak of what you lot've heard.

GHOST

[below] Swear past his sword.

GHOST

[From under the stage] Swear by his sword.

HAMLET

Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' globe so fast? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, skillful friends.

HAMLET

That's right, quondam mole. Tin can yous really move through the clay so quickly? What a miner you lot are!

[TO HORATIO and MARCELLUS] Let'southward movement over again, my friends.

HORATIO

O 24-hour interval and night, but this is wondrous strange!

HORATIO

Oh, by God, this is incredibly foreign.

Hamlet

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. In that location are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Simply come, Here, equally before, never, and so help you mercy, How foreign or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think encounter To put an antic disposition on), That you, at such times seeing me, never shall— With arms encumbered thus, or this headshake, Or past pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As "Well, well, nosotros know," or "We could an if we would," Or "If we list to speak," or "In that location be an if they might," Or such ambiguous giving out— to annotation That you know aught of me. This not to exercise, So grace and mercy at your most need aid yous, Swear.

Hamlet

So welcome it like a stranger. Horatio, there are more than things in sky and world than you can dream of with all your scientific learning. Now listen: just equally you lot swore before, no matter how strangely I act (since from now on I may find it necessary to act a scrap crazy), you must never, ever let on—with a gesture of your artillery, or a milkshake of your head, or by maxim something like "well, well, nosotros understand," or "we'd tell you if we could," or "if nosotros were allowed to speak," or anything like that— that you know anything almost what happened to me here tonight. Swear you lot won't, past all of your hopes of going to sky.

GHOST

[From under the stage] Swear.

HAMLET

Residue, residuum, perturbèd spirit! —So, gentlemen, With all my love I exercise commend me to y'all, And what so poor a man as Village is May do, to express his beloved and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The fourth dimension is out of articulation. O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to prepare information technology correct! Nay, come, allow'south go together.

Village

Rest, remainder, unhappy ghost!

[To HORATIO and MARCELLUS] Then, gentlemen, I thank yous with all my dear, and hope that some day I'll repay y'all equally fully as I tin, God willing. Let's go back inside together. But continue your lips sealed, delight. Everything is incorrect these days. Oh, curse the fact that I'm the ane who has to set things right! At present come up, let's get.

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