Group Member One: Hamlet
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO and MARCELLUS
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
_____________________________an eager air
What hour now?
A flourish of trumpets and two pieces goes off
_____________________________mean, my lord?
The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels,
And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down
The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
_____________________________it a custom?
Ay, marry is't,
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduced and taxed of other nations:
They clepe us drunkards and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition, and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though performed at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So oft it chances in particular men
That, for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As in their birth wherein they are not guilty
(Since nature cannot choose his origin),
By their o'ergrowth of some complexion
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens
The form of plausive manners that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect
(Being Nature's livery or Fortune's star),
His virtues else, be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal
Enter GHOST
_____________________________lord, it comes.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane. O answer me,
Let me not burst in ignorance but tell
Why thy canonized bones hearsed in death
Have burst their cerements, why the sepulchre
Wherein we saw thee quietly interred
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean
That thou, dead corpse, again in complete steel,
Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?
[GHOST] beckons.
_____________________________by no means.
It will not speak: then I will follow it.
_____________________________not my lord.
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
And for my soul what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
_____________________________it roar beneath.
It waves me still. Go on, I'll follow thee.
_____________________________go, my lord.
Hold off your hands.
_____________________________shall not go.
My fate cries out
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hard as the Nemean lions nerve.
Still am I called-unhand me, gentlemen-
Bu heaven Ill make a ghost of him that lets me!
I say away! Go on! Ill follow thee.
Exeunt GHOST and HAMLET.
