哈姆雷特（中文译本）

ACT I

第一幕

SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Castle.

Enter Francisco and Barnardo, two sentinels.

BARNARDO.
Who’s there?

FRANCISCO.
Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

BARNARDO.
Long live the King!

FRANCISCO.
Barnardo?

BARNARDO.
He.

FRANCISCO.
You come most carefully upon your hour.

BARNARDO.
’Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

FRANCISCO.
For this relief much thanks. ’Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.

BARNARDO.
Have you had quiet guard?

FRANCISCO.
Not a mouse stirring.

BARNARDO.
Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

FRANCISCO.
I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?

HORATIO.
Friends to this ground.

MARCELLUS.
And liegemen to the Dane.

FRANCISCO.
Give you good night.

MARCELLUS.
O, farewell, honest soldier, who hath reliev’d you?

FRANCISCO.
Barnardo has my place. Give you good-night.

[Exit.]

MARCELLUS.
Holla, Barnardo!

BARNARDO.
Say, what, is Horatio there?

HORATIO.
A piece of him.

BARNARDO.
Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

MARCELLUS.
What, has this thing appear’d again tonight?

BARNARDO.
I have seen nothing.

MARCELLUS.
Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night,
That if again this apparition come
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

HORATIO.
Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.

BARNARDO.
Sit down awhile,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.

HORATIO.
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.

BARNARDO.
Last night of all,
When yond same star that’s westward from the pole,
Had made his course t’illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one—

MARCELLUS.
Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.

Enter Ghost.

BARNARDO.
In the same figure, like the King that’s dead.

MARCELLUS.
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

BARNARDO.
Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.

HORATIO.
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

BARNARDO
It would be spoke to.

MARCELLUS.
Question it, Horatio.

HORATIO.
What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak.

MARCELLUS.
It is offended.

BARNARDO.
See, it stalks away.

HORATIO.
Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak!

[Exit Ghost.]

MARCELLUS.
’Tis gone, and will not answer.

BARNARDO.
How now, Horatio! You tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on’t?

HORATIO.
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

MARCELLUS.
Is it not like the King?

HORATIO.
As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on
When he th’ambitious Norway combated;
So frown’d he once, when in an angry parle
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
’Tis strange.

MARCELLUS.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

HORATIO.
In what particular thought to work I know not;
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

MARCELLUS.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
Who is’t that can inform me?

HORATIO.
That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last King,
Whose image even but now appear’d to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick’d on by a most emulate pride,
Dar’d to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
For so this side of our known world esteem’d him,
Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal’d compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seiz’d of, to the conqueror;
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our King; which had return’d
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as by the same cov’nant
And carriage of the article design’d,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark’d up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in’t; which is no other,
As it doth well appear unto our state,
But to recover of us by strong hand
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost. And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.

BARNARDO.
I think it be no other but e’en so:
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch so like the King
That was and is the question of these wars.

HORATIO.
A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.

Re-enter Ghost.

But, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!
I’ll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me.
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me.
If thou art privy to thy country’s fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it. Stay, and speak!

[The cock crows.]

Stop it, Marcellus!

MARCELLUS.
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

HORATIO.
Do, if it will not stand.

BARNARDO.
’Tis here!

HORATIO.
’Tis here!

[Exit Ghost.]

MARCELLUS.
’Tis gone!
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence,
For it is as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

BARNARDO.
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

HORATIO.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Th’extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine. And of the truth herein
This present object made probation.

MARCELLUS.
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.

HORATIO.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But look, the morn in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
Break we our watch up, and by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen tonight
Unto young Hamlet; for upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

MARCELLUS.
Let’s do’t, I pray, and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.

[Exeunt.]

第一场：埃尔西诺。城堡前的露台

弗朗西斯科与伯纳多，两名哨兵，上。

伯纳多。
谁在那里？

弗朗西斯科。
不，回答我。站住，报上名来。

伯纳多。
国王万岁！

弗朗西斯科。
伯纳多？

伯纳多。
正是。

弗朗西斯科。
你倒来得极为准时。

伯纳多。
刚敲过十二点。去睡吧，弗朗西斯科。

弗朗西斯科。
多谢你来换岗。天冷得刺骨，
我心里也闷得慌。

伯纳多。
你守的这一班还安静吗？

弗朗西斯科。
连一只老鼠都没动过。

伯纳多。
好，晚安。
你要是遇见霍拉旭和马塞勒斯，
同我一起值夜的那两位，就叫他们快些。

霍拉旭与马塞勒斯上。

弗朗西斯科。
我好像听见他们了。站住，喂！谁在那里？

霍拉旭。
是此地的朋友。

马塞勒斯。
也是丹麦王的臣下。

弗朗西斯科。
祝你们晚安。

马塞勒斯。
哦，再会了，忠实的士兵。是谁接替了你？

弗朗西斯科。
伯纳多接了我的岗。祝你们晚安。

〔弗朗西斯科下。〕

马塞勒斯。
喂，伯纳多！

伯纳多。
说，怎么，霍拉旭在那儿吗？

霍拉旭。
他的一小部分在。

伯纳多。
欢迎，霍拉旭。欢迎，好马塞勒斯。

马塞勒斯。
怎么，那东西今晚又出现了吗？

伯纳多。
我什么也没看见。

马塞勒斯。
霍拉旭说这不过是我们的幻觉，
我们两度亲见的这骇人景象，
他一点儿也不肯相信。
所以我恳求他今夜同我们一起
守候这黑夜里的每一分钟，
这样，倘若那幻象再度来临，
他就能见证我们的眼睛，并与之说话。

霍拉旭。
得啦，得啦，它不会出现的。

伯纳多。
暂且坐下吧，
让我们再一次向您的耳朵发起进攻，
它们如此严阵以待，不肯接纳我们两夜
亲眼所见之事。

霍拉旭。
好，我们就坐下，
让我们听伯纳多讲讲这事。

伯纳多。
就在昨夜，
当那颗此刻正燃在那边天空的星辰，
那颗在北极星西边的同一颗星，
已循它的轨迹照亮那片天宇之时，
马塞勒斯和我，那时钟正敲响一点——

马塞勒斯。
别出声，停下。瞧，它又来了。

〔鬼魂上。〕

伯纳多。
正是那模样，就像已故的国王。

马塞勒斯。
你是个读书人；霍拉旭，你跟它说话。

伯纳多。
它难道不像国王吗？霍拉旭，你仔细看。

霍拉旭。
最为相似。它令我恐惧与惊异齐生。

伯纳多。
它是想要人跟它说话的。

马塞勒斯。
去问它，霍拉旭。

霍拉旭。
你是什么东西，竟敢窃据这夜晚的时刻，
偕同那既俊美而又威武的形貌，
那已入土的丹麦君王的威仪
当年出征时所披戴的身姿？我以天国的名义，命令你开口！

马塞勒斯。
它被触怒了。

伯纳多。
瞧，它昂首阔步地走开了。

霍拉旭。
站住！说话，说话！我命令你说话！

〔鬼魂下。〕

马塞勒斯。
它走了，不肯回答。

伯纳多。
怎么了，霍拉旭！您浑身发抖，脸色苍白。
这难道不仅仅是幻觉吗？
您对此作何感想？

霍拉旭。
在我的上帝面前，若非凭我双眼
那确凿无疑、真真切切的明证，
我断不肯相信这事。

马塞勒斯。
它难道不像国王吗？

霍拉旭。
正如你像你自己一样：
他当年讨伐野心勃勃的挪威时，
所穿的正是这一身甲胄；
他也曾这般皱眉紧蹙，那时在一场盛怒的谈判中，
他挥锤击打乘雪橇的波兰人于冰原之上。
真是怪异。

马塞勒斯。
先前已有两次，恰在这死寂的时辰，
他迈着威仪的步伐，走过我们的看守。

霍拉旭。
它究竟用意何在，我想不真切；
但据我大略所见，推想其大端，
这预兆着我国中，将有奇异的变故。

马塞勒斯。
好吧，请坐下，知情的人哪，告诉我，
究竟为了什么，要这般严加戒备，
夜夜叫国人如此劳苦不休，
又为何日日铸造这许多铜炮，
向外邦采买这许多军械；
为何要强征这许多造船匠，使他们重役加身，
连礼拜日也和无别，
究竟有什么事将要发生，竟需如此匆忙急切，
叫黑夜也与白昼一同流汗：
谁能给我一个说明？

霍拉旭。
我能；
至少，人们私下是这么传说。我们那位先王，
他的形象方才还向我们显现，
正如你们所知，曾被挪威王福丁布拉斯，
出于一份好胜争强的傲心，激起，
向他挑战决斗；在那场决斗中，我们英勇的哈姆雷特——
我们这边举世所知，都这般敬重他——
便斩了那福丁布拉斯；那福丁布拉斯，按照一份画押的契约，
又经法律与纹章官的郑重认可，
随着他性命，将他所占有的
一切土地，都输给了那胜者；
而对应那份赌注，我们王上也押下了
一份相当的领地；倘若胜者是福丁布拉斯，
那份领地便要归他继承；
正如这同一纸契约，按其条款所载的明文，
福丁布拉斯的领土归了哈姆雷特。如今，大人，这位小福丁布拉斯，
血气未驯，性如烈火且全无顾忌，
在挪威边境各处，这儿那儿，
已搜罗了一群亡命的无赖之徒，
以充衣食之需，去图谋一桩
必须有胆量才敢去做的事业；那桩事业，非为别事，
照我们国中清楚的情势看来，
无非是用强横的手段，
以胁迫的条款，从我们手中夺回
他父亲所丧失的那片土地。依我看，
这便是我们此番备战的
首要动机，是我们严加看守的缘由，
也是全国这般紧急匆忙、一片骚动的根源。

伯纳多。
我想这原因非此莫属了：
这也正可解释，为何那征兆可怖的身影，
全身披挂，穿过我们的守卫，活像那位国王，
那位如今正是这场战事的起因的国王。

霍拉旭。
那只是一粒微尘，搅乱心灵之眼。
在罗马那鼎盛至极的盛世，
在盖世无双的尤利乌斯陨落前夕，
坟墓尽空，裹着殓布的死尸
在罗马街头尖啸嗫嚅；
星辰拖着火尾，降下血露，
太阳出现凶兆；而那颗湿润之星——
海神之国全赖其力左右——
晦暗得几乎濒于末日之蚀。
而与此相同的惨烈变故之先兆——
犹如朕兆莅临之前必有先驱，
犹如预兆将至之前必有开场——
苍天与大地早已一同昭示于
我们这方水土与国人。

〔鬼魂重上。〕

且慢，看！瞧，它又来了！
即使将我击倒，我也要拦住它。站住，幻象！
你若有什么响动，或能运用嗓音，
对我说话吧。
若有什么善事可为，
能令你安息，令我蒙恩，
对我说话吧。
你若知晓祖国命运之秘，
幸而预知，或许可避，
啊，请说！
又或者你生前将搜刮而来的宝藏
埋藏于大地之腹，
为此，人说，你们魂灵死后常要游荡，
说出来吧。站住，说！

〔鸡鸣。〕

拦住它，马塞勒斯！

马塞勒斯。
要我用戟击打它吗？

霍拉旭。
它若不肯站住，便打。

伯纳多。
在这儿！

霍拉旭。
在这儿！

〔鬼魂下。〕

马塞勒斯。
它走了！
我们行事有亏，它如此庄严，
我们却示以暴力之状，
因为它如同空气，刀枪不入，
我们徒劳的击打不过是恶意的嘲弄。

伯纳多。
鸡鸣之时，它正要开口说话。

霍拉旭。
于是它惊起，如同一个负罪之物
听到了可怖的召唤。我听闻，
公鸡，这黎明的号角，
用它高昂而尖锐的啼鸣
唤醒白昼之神；在它的警告之下，
无论在海上火中，在土里空中，
一切游荡漂泊的魂灵都仓皇
赶回它的界域。此事之确凿，
眼前这物已作了明证。

马塞勒斯。
鸡鸣之际，它便消退了。
有人说，每逢那个时节临近——
即救主诞辰庆祝之时——
这报晓之禽会彻夜长鸣；
于是，他们说，没有魂魄敢外出游荡，
夜晚变得无害，星辰不降祸，
妖仙不惑人，巫婆无从施咒；
这时间如此神圣，又这般蒙恩。

霍拉旭。
我也听说过，而且有几分相信。
可是您看，清晨披着赭色斗篷，
已经踏上那东边高岗上的露水了。
我们散了岗吧；依我之见，
把我们今夜所见的事
去告诉年轻的哈姆雷特；
因为我敢拿性命打赌，这个对我们
守口如瓶的鬼魂，一定会对他开口。
你们是不是同意，我们该把这事告诉他，
既出于我们的爱戴，也合乎我们的职分？

马塞勒斯。
就这么办吧，我请求；而且我知道今早
在什么地方最容易找到他。

〔众人下。〕

SCENE II. Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle.

Enter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius,
Laertes, Voltemand,
Cornelius, Lords and Attendant.

KING.
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 herein barr’d
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 fail’d to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds 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.

CORNELIUS and VOLTEMAND.
In that, and all things, will we show our duty.

KING.
We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

[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.
Dread my 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.

KING.
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 seal’d my hard consent.
I do beseech you give him leave to go.

KING.
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 little more than kin, and less than kind.

KING.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

HAMLET.
Not so, my lord, I am too much i’ the sun.

QUEEN.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever 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.

QUEEN.
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 forc’d breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows 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 passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

KING.
’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 persevere
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 unschool’d;
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.

QUEEN.
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.

KING.
Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc’d 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.

[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 fix’d
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter. O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! Oh 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 mourn’d longer,—married with mine 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. O 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 myself.

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.—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 prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.

HORATIO.
Indeed, my lord, it follow’d hard upon.

HAMLET.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak’d 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; he was a goodly king.

HAMLET.
He 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.

HAMLET.
The King my 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 encounter’d. A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d
By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon’s length; whilst they, distill’d
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 deliver’d, 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 watch.

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 vanish’d from our sight.

HAMLET.
’Tis very strange.

HORATIO.
As I do live, my honour’d 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 and BARNARDO.
We do, my lord.

HAMLET.
Arm’d, say you?

Both.
Arm’d, my lord.

HAMLET.
From top to toe?

BOTH.
My lord, from head to foot.

HAMLET.
Then saw you not his face?

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

HAMLET.
What, look’d he frowningly?

HORATIO.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

HAMLET.
Pale, or red?

HORATIO.
Nay, very pale.

HAMLET.
And fix’d his eyes upon you?

HORATIO.
Most constantly.

HAMLET.
I would I had been there.

HORATIO.
It would have much amaz’d you.

HAMLET.
Very like, very like. Stay’d it long?

HORATIO.
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

MARCELLUS and BARNARDO.
Longer, longer.

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 silver’d.

HAMLET.
I will watch tonight;
Perchance ’twill walk again.

HORATIO.
I warrant you it will.

HAMLET.
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 conceal’d this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well.
Upon the platform ’twixt eleven and twelve,
I’ll visit you.

ALL.
Our duty to your honour.

HAMLET.
Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.

[Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus and Barnardo.]

My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.

[Exit.]

第二场：艾尔西诺。城堡中的一间国事厅。

克劳狄斯丹麦国王、乔特鲁德王后、哈姆雷特、波洛涅斯、雷欧提斯、伏尔提曼德、科尼律斯、众贵族及侍从上。

克劳狄斯。
虽说朕亲爱的兄长哈姆雷特之死
记忆犹新，我们理应
心中充满哀恸，举国上下
一致紧锁愁眉；
然而理智与天性相争由来如此，
我们只得用最明达的悲伤追念他，
同时也不忘顾念我们自身。
因此，朕昔日的嫂嫂，今日的王后，
这尚武之邦的共享国柄者，
朕已娶为妻子——这近乎是强颜欢笑，
一只眼喜气洋洋，一只眼泪水汪汪，
丧礼中有欢欣，婚庆中有挽歌，
将喜悦与悲伤放在天平上等量齐观；
而朕在此事上也并未排斥
诸位的高明见教，诸位对此事
畅行不阻。这一切，朕深表感谢。
接下来，你们都已知道，年轻的福丁布拉斯，
小看了朕的威望，
或许以为自从朕亲爱的兄长去世，
我国便分崩离析、国体失调，
他仗着这种妄想，
接二连三地派来使节，
要求交还那些由他父王丧失、
根据法律条文全归我英武长兄所有的土地。
关于他，就说这么多。
现在说说朕自己，以及这次会议的要旨：
事情是这样的：朕已修书一封
给挪威王，即年轻的福丁布拉斯的叔父，
他孱弱无力，卧病在床，几乎不知
他侄儿的此种图谋，请他制止
他侄儿继续作此打算；因为征募兵员、
凡此种种，都是取自他的臣民；
为此，朕派你，贤良的科尼律斯，还有你，伏尔提曼德，
充作信使，向老挪威王转达这番致意，
你们面见国王，交涉时所受权限，
不得超过这些详细载明的条款所定范围。
再会；望你们火速前往，以示忠勤。

科尼律斯及伏尔提曼德。
此事以及诸事，臣等必示忠忱。

国王。
我毫不怀疑：衷心告别。

〔伏尔提曼德与科尼律斯下。〕

那么，雷欧提斯，你有何消息？
你提起过有所陈情。是什么，雷欧提斯？
你若对丹麦王说有理的话，
绝不会白费唇舌。你想求什么，雷欧提斯，
那不会是我未曾提议，而你才开口的？
头脑之于心不相亲，
手之于口不相助，
都胜过丹麦王座之于你父亲。
你想要什么，雷欧提斯？

雷欧提斯。
威严的君主，
请准许并赐恩于我返回法兰西，
我从该国虽甘愿来到丹麦，
为您的加冕礼尽忠示敬；
可是如今我须承认，此职既毕，
我的心愿与思绪重又向往法兰西，
并仰求您仁慈的允诺与宽宥。

国王。
你得到父亲的许可了吗？波洛涅斯怎么说？

波洛涅斯。
主上，他用法不倦的恳求，
逼使我勉强同意；最终
我不得不顺从他的心意，盖下了我艰难的赞同。
我恳请您准他离去。

国王。
把握良辰吧，雷欧提斯；时间归你，
任你的美德随心使用！
可是来，我的侄儿哈姆雷特，我的儿子——

哈姆雷特。
〔旁白。〕比亲属过了点头，却算不得亲善。

国王。
怎么，愁云依旧笼罩着你？

哈姆雷特。
并非如此，陛下，我是晒得太多了。

王后。
好哈姆雷特，抛开你夜色般的阴沉，
让你的眼睛像朋友那样看向丹麦。
不要永远垂着你的眼睑，
在尘土中找寻你高贵的父亲。
你知道这很寻常，一切有生必有死，
穿过俗世走向永恒。

哈姆雷特。
嗯，母亲，这很寻常。

王后。
既然这样，
为什么它在你身上显得如此独特？

哈姆雷特。
显得，母亲！不，它就是如此；我不懂什么“显得”。
好母亲，不光是我这墨黑的外套，
合乎风俗的庄严黑衣，
勉强吐出的呜咽叹气，
不，也不光是眼中丰沛的河流，
面容上沮丧的神情，
连同一切形态、心绪、悲伤的表现，
能真正表达我。这些确实只是“显得”，
因为它们是一个人可以扮演的行径；
但我有那超越表演的东西在内心；
这些不过是哀痛的装饰与外表罢了。

国王。
你这种尽孝守丧的哀痛，哈姆雷特，
在你天性之中确是甜美可嘉；
但你该明白，你的父亲也曾失去父亲，
那位父亲又失去过他的父亲，而存活的嗣子
必须依照孝道，在一段时日之内
恪尽服丧之礼。然而，一味坚持
恒久不变的悲悼，便成了一种
不敬神明的顽固。那是不丈夫的哀情，
它昭示了对上天极其悖逆的意志，
一颗毫不坚强的心，一副焦躁不耐的性情，
一种简单而未经教化的浅薄见识。
既然我们知道那是必然之事，而且稀松平常，
如同最庸常的感官便能感知的事物一般，
我们又何必以一意孤行的倔强对抗
将它耿耿于怀？呸！这是对上天的过失，
对这死者本人的过失，对天理的过失，
在理性面前更是极其荒谬，毕竟，理性一贯的主题
便是父亲终有一死，它从世上第一具尸体起
直到今日刚落气的人，始终高喊：
“此事理当如此。”我们恳请你，把这份
无济于事的哀恸抛于尘土，并把我
视作你的父亲；让世人尽皆知晓，
你是离我这王座最近之人；
而我将以绝不逊于
最慈爱的父亲对待他亲子的那份挚情，
向你倾注我的爱。至于你打算
返回威登堡继续求学的想望，
则与我们的心愿大相违背。
我们恳请你，勉为其难，留在
我们眼中足以愉悦欣慰的近处，
做我们最亲近的廷臣、外甥和儿子。

王后。
别让你的母亲白白祈求，哈姆雷特。
我请你，与我们待在一起；别去威登堡。

哈姆雷特。
我定当竭尽所能，听从您，母亲。

国王。
好啊，这才是一句仁爱而美好的答复。
在丹麦，你便如同朕自己一般。夫人，来吧；
哈姆雷特这番温和而毫不勉强的允诺，
对着我的心灵粲然微笑；为了庆贺此事，
今日丹麦王大杯饮下的每一回欢宴，
巨炮都要向云端高声宣告，
而君王的祝饮引动的天之回响，
也将再度宏亮地答报大地震恸的雷鸣。来吧。

〔除哈姆雷特外，众人同下。〕

哈姆雷特。
啊，但愿这太坚实的肉体会融解、
消散，化成一滴露水！
或者那永生的神未曾定下
禁止自杀的戒律。上帝啊！上帝啊！
这世间一切的常行惯事，
在我看多么陈腐、乏味、平淡又无益！
呸！呸！那是一座荒芜的花园，
只管结籽，蔓生恶臭的草木
把它整个儿盘踞。事情竟到这步田地！
才死了两个月——不，不到，还不满两个月：
那样一位卓越的君王，比起这一位，
恰似许珀里翁比萨堤尔；对母亲那样恩爱，
甚至不让天风太粗鲁地
吹痛她的面庞。苍天与大地啊！
难道我还得记着？嘿，她依偎着他，
仿佛越吃越增胃口；
可短短一个月之内——别再想了——
脆弱啊，你的名字就是女人！——
短短一个月，她给我那可怜的父亲送葬时
穿的鞋子还没有旧，她哭得像尼俄柏一般，
只不停地淌泪——怎么，她，就是她——
上帝啊！一头没有理性的畜生，
也会哀悼得更长久——竟嫁给了我的叔父，
我父亲的弟弟；可一点也不像我父亲，
正如我不像赫拉克勒斯。短短一个月，
那最虚伪的眼泪的咸涩
还未消去她哭红的眼眶，
她就嫁了。唉，多么邪恶的匆忙，这样乖巧地
奔向乱伦的床帏！
这绝非好事，也不会有好结局。
可是我的心啊，碎了吧，因为我必须闭嘴。

〔霍拉旭、马塞勒斯及伯纳多上。〕

霍拉旭。
拜见殿下！

哈姆雷特。
看见你好好的，我很高兴：
霍拉旭——我没有认错人吧。

霍拉旭。
正是，殿下，永远是您卑微的仆人。

哈姆雷特。
先生，我的好朋友；
我跟你换一个称呼；
你怎么离开威登堡了，霍拉旭？——
马塞勒斯？

马塞勒斯。
殿下。

哈姆雷特。
见到你非常高兴。——晚上好，先生。——
老实说，你为什么离开威登堡？

霍拉旭。
不过是偷懒逃学，好殿下。

哈姆雷特。
我不愿听你的仇家这么说；
你也不能这样强逼我的耳朵，
让我信你亲口所说的
不利于你自己的话。我知道你不是偷懒的人。
可是你到艾尔西诺来有什么事？
走之前，我们要好好教你痛饮。

霍拉旭。
殿下，我原是为参加您父王的葬礼而来。

哈姆雷特。
我请你别取笑我，老同学。
我想你是来看我母后的婚礼的。

霍拉旭。
的确，殿下，这两件事挨得太紧了。

哈姆雷特。
省，真省啊，霍拉旭！葬礼上烤好的肉，
凉冰冰地端上了婚宴的餐桌。
我宁愿在天堂里遇见我最痛恨的仇敌，
也不愿看到那一天，霍拉旭。
我的父亲——我觉得我看见了父亲。

霍拉旭。
在哪儿，殿下？

哈姆雷特。
在我心灵的眼睛里，霍拉旭。

霍拉旭。
我见过他一次；他是个堂堂的君王。

哈姆雷特。
他是个完人，从各方面看都是，
我再也见不到他那样的人物了。

霍拉旭。
殿下，我想我昨天夜里看见了他。

哈姆雷特。
看见？谁？

霍拉旭。
殿下，您的父王。

哈姆雷特。
我的父王！

霍拉旭。
请您暂且压下您的惊奇，
凝神细听，容我依据这两位绅士
的见证，向您禀报
这件奇事。

哈姆雷特。
看在上帝分上，快让我听。

霍拉旭。
一连两个夜晚，这两位绅士，
马塞勒斯和伯纳多，在他们值夜时，
在死寂荒凉、深更半夜之中，
遇见了这样一件事。一个酷似您父亲的身影，
从头到脚，全副精良武装，
在他们面前出现，以庄严的步伐，
缓慢而堂皇地走过他们；他三次走过
他们惊恐万分、骇然瞪视的眼前，
近得只隔他手中一根短杖的距离；而他们，由于恐惧
几乎熬成了浆汁，
呆立在那里，一句话也不敢跟他说。他们
极度秘密地把这事告诉了我，
于是第三夜我陪他们一同守夜，
就在他们说定的时间，原原本本，分毫不爽，
无论时间、形象，一字一句全都印证，
那幽灵果然出现了。我认识您的父亲；
这两只手，也没有这般相似。

哈姆雷特。
但这发生在哪里？

马塞勒斯。
殿下，就在我们守望的平台上。

哈姆雷特。
你们没有跟它说话吗？

霍拉旭。
殿下，我说了；
但它没有回答。不过有一刻，我觉得
它抬起了头，身体微动，
好像就要开口说话了。
可就在那时，晨鸡高声啼叫，
它一听到这声音，就慌忙瑟缩，
从我们眼前消失不见。

哈姆雷特。
这真是非常奇怪。

霍拉旭。
我以生命起誓，尊贵的殿下，这是真的；
我们都觉得，禀告您这件事，
是我们分内应尽之责。

哈姆雷特。
确实，确实，诸位，只是这事令我心烦。
你们今晚还当值守夜吗？

马塞勒斯和伯纳多。
是的，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
你们说它披着铠甲？

两人。
披着铠甲，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
从头到脚？

两人。
殿下，从头到脚。

哈姆雷特。
那你们没看见它的脸吗？

霍拉旭。
哦，看见了，殿下，它把面甲掀起来了。

哈姆雷特。
怎么，它皱着眉头吗？

霍拉旭。
那神情，悲哀多于愤怒。

哈姆雷特。
脸色苍白，还是通红？

霍拉旭。
非常苍白。

哈姆雷特。
眼睛一直盯着你们？

霍拉旭。
目不转睛。

哈姆雷特。
我真希望当时我也在场。

霍拉旭。
您一定会大吃一惊。

哈姆雷特。
多半会的，多半会的。它停留了很久吗？

霍拉旭。
大概够一个人不紧不慢数到一百。

马塞勒斯与伯纳多。
还要久，还要久。

霍拉旭。
我看见的那次没那么久。

哈姆雷特。
他的胡须花白，不是吗？

霍拉旭。
正如他生前我曾见过的，
墨黑里夹着银丝。

哈姆雷特。
今夜我站岗；
也许它还会出现。

霍拉旭。
我保证它会的。

哈姆雷特。
如果它化成了我高贵父亲的模样，
我就跟它说话，哪怕地狱张开裂口，
喝令我闭嘴。我恳请各位，
既然你们至今没把这事说出去，
就让它继续封在你们的沉默里；
但凡今夜再有什么动静，
心里明白就好，嘴上什么也别说。
你们的情谊，我一定会报答。那么，别过了。
十一点到十二点之间，在露台上，
我去找你们。

众人。
愿为殿下效犬马之劳。

哈姆雷特。
是情谊，我对你们也是那样：再会。

〔霍拉旭、马塞勒斯与伯纳多下。〕

我父亲的魂灵披甲而立！此事不妙；
我疑心其中有肮脏的勾当：但愿黑夜快快降临！
在此之前，沉住气，我的灵魂：肮脏的恶行终会露头，
哪怕整个大地把它们压住，也遮不住世人的眼睛。

〔下。〕

SCENE III. A room in Polonius’s house.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

LAERTES.
My necessaries are embark’d. Farewell.
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

OPHELIA.
Do you doubt that?

LAERTES.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.

OPHELIA.
No more but so?

LAERTES.
Think it no more.
For nature crescent does not grow alone
In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will; but you must fear,
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalu’d persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The sanctity and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib’d
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster’d importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
Virtue itself ’scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclos’d,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then, best safety lies in fear.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

OPHELIA.
I shall th’effect of this good lesson keep
As watchman to my heart. But good my brother,
Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst like a puff’d and reckless libertine
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.

LAERTES.
O, fear me not.
I stay too long. But here my father comes.

Enter Polonius.

A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

POLONIUS.
Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame.
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for. There, my blessing with you.

[Laying his hand on Laertes’s head.]

And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear’t that th’opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee.

LAERTES.
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

POLONIUS.
The time invites you; go, your servants tend.

LAERTES.
Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you.

OPHELIA.
’Tis in my memory lock’d,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

LAERTES.
Farewell.

[Exit.]

POLONIUS.
What is’t, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

OPHELIA.
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

POLONIUS.
Marry, well bethought:
’Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you; and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous.
If it be so,—as so ’tis put on me,
And that in way of caution,—I must tell you
You do not understand yourself so clearly
As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
What is between you? Give me up the truth.

OPHELIA.
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

POLONIUS.
Affection! Pooh! You speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

OPHELIA.
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

POLONIUS.
Marry, I’ll teach you; think yourself a baby;
That you have ta’en these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or,—not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Running it thus,—you’ll tender me a fool.

OPHELIA.
My lord, he hath importun’d me with love
In honourable fashion.

POLONIUS.
Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

OPHELIA.
And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

POLONIUS.
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
You must not take for fire. From this time
Be something scanter of your maiden presence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate
Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him that he is young;
And with a larger tether may he walk
Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that dye which their investments show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth
Have you so slander any moment leisure
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to’t, I charge you; come your ways.

OPHELIA.
I shall obey, my lord.

[Exeunt.]

第三场：波洛涅斯家中一室

雷欧提斯与奥菲莉娅上。

雷欧提斯。
我的行李已经上船。再会。
妹妹，风顺的时候，
只要有便船带信，你别偷懒，
务必让我知道你的消息。

奥菲莉娅。
这你还信不过吗？

雷欧提斯。
至于哈姆雷特，以及他那些轻淡的情意，
只当它是风流时尚，一时冲动；
天性初开的年纪里一朵紫罗兰，
早开而不长久，甜美却不持久；
片刻的芬芳，片刻的迎合；
仅此而已。

奥菲莉娅。
仅仅如此？

雷欧提斯。
别再想它了。
天性之生长，不单是筋腱与躯干；
随着这座殿堂日渐扩充，
内心对心智与灵魂的奉侍
也随之扩展。或许他现在爱你，
此刻既无污秽也无诡诈来玷染
他意愿的纯洁；可是你得恐惧，
掂量他的尊位，他的意愿并非他自身所有；
因为他自己也受他出身的制约：
他不能像无足轻重的人那样
为自己随意雕琢；因为他的选择
维系着整个邦国的神圣与康泰；
因此他的选择必得受到限制，
须听从那个身体的声音和首肯，
而他正是那身体的头。那么，就算他说他爱你，
你的明智也只宜于这般相信：
看他在他特殊的行事与地位上
能否让他的言语付诸行动；而这，
不能超出丹麦整体的声音所容许的范围。
然后你掂量一下，你的名誉会蒙受何等损失，
倘若你以过于轻信的耳朵去听他的歌，
或者交出了你的心，或者把你贞洁的宝藏
敞开给他那不受节制的强求。
恐惧它，奥菲莉娅，恐惧它，我亲爱的妹妹；
把你留在你的情欲的后方，
远离开欲望的射击与危险。
最矜持的少女，若是向月亮揭开她的美，
便已经够挥霍了。
美德本身也难逃诽谤的攻讦：
蛀虫侵蚀春天的嫩蕊，
往往在它们的花苞还未舒展之前，
而在青春的朝晨与莹亮的露水中，
传染的疫气最为迫近。
所以要谨慎，最好的安全就在于恐惧。
青春会反叛它自己，哪怕旁边没有旁人。

奥菲莉娅。
我会把这番良好教诲的效力，
像守望者一样守住我的心。可是，我的好哥哥，
不要像一些不良的牧师那样，
指给我通向天国的陡峭多棘的路；
自己却像一个浮夸而放浪的浪荡子，
踏上樱草花般的嬉游小径，
全不理会他自己的劝诫。

雷欧提斯。
哦，别为我担心。
我耽搁太久了。可父亲来了。

〔波洛涅斯上。〕

双重祝福便是双重恩典；
机缘对着第二次告别微笑。

波洛涅斯。
还在这儿，雷欧提斯？上船，上船，真不像话。
风正坐在你船帆的肩头，
人家都在等你。来，我的祝福与你同在。

〔把手放在雷欧提斯头上。〕

这些教诲你要铭记于心。
三思而后行，勿使言语脱口，
莫让轻率的念头化为行动。
待人随和，但绝不流于鄙俗。
既已交下朋友，经受过考验，
就要用钢箍把他们锁在心上；
但不要滥施结交来消磨手掌，
逢迎每一个新孵出、未长羽的同伴。
提防卷入争吵；可一旦卷入，
就要让对手对你心存忌惮。
多听人言，少对人言：
听人评说，但保留自家判断。
衣着要尽力置办上乘，
但不要浮华花哨；贵而不俗：
因为衣着往往能标出一个人的品性；
法国的上等人物在这一层上
最是考究，风范超群。
不向人借贷，也不借钱与人：
因为借贷常常既丢了钱又失了朋友；
借入也足以磨钝持家的锋芒。
最要紧的是：忠于你自己；
要像黑夜跟随白昼一样必然，
你才不会对任何人虚伪。
再会吧：愿我的祝福使这番话在你身上成熟。

雷欧提斯。
我恭恭敬敬地告退了，大人。

波洛涅斯。
时候催你动身了；去吧，仆人都在等候。

雷欧提斯。
再会了，奥菲莉娅，好好记住
我对你说过的话。

奥菲莉娅。
那话已锁在我的记忆里，
而钥匙由你自己保管。

雷欧提斯。
再会。

〔下。〕

波洛涅斯。
奥菲莉娅，他对你说了什么？

奥菲莉娅。
回您的话，谈到了一些关于哈姆雷特殿下的事。

波洛涅斯。
凭圣母，你提醒得好：
听说他近来常常私下与你见面；
而你也毫不吝惜地慷慨接见。
倘若果真如此——正如别人向我提醒时
所说，意含警告——那我必须告诉你，
你对自己并不像做我的女儿、做一位体面姑娘
所该有的那样明白认识。
你们之间究竟如何？把实情告诉我。

奥菲莉娅。
大人，他近来屡屡向我表白他的情意。

波洛涅斯。
情意！呸！你说起话来还像个不懂事的丫头，
全没见识过这等凶险的处境。
你相信他那些所谓“表白”吗？

奥菲莉娅。
大人，我不知道我该怎样想。

波洛涅斯。
听着，我来教你：把自己当成个婴儿；
你把那些表白当作了真金收了，
其实它们根本不是纯银。要更珍贵地“表”现你自己；
不然——别让这话白白跑断了气，
赶到这步田地——你就要把我“表”成一个傻瓜了。

奥菲莉娅。
殿下，他曾多次向我求爱，
态度倒是十分庄重。

波洛涅斯。
唉，庄重，你倒会说话；罢了，罢了。

奥菲莉娅。
而且他为了使自己的话显得诚恳，父亲，
几乎用尽了上天所有神圣的誓言。

波洛涅斯。
哼，捕捉呆鸟的罗网罢了。我知道得很，
当春心燃烧的时候，灵魂会如何慷慨
借给舌头各种誓言。这些一时的光亮，女儿，
光多热少，往往在承诺出口的同时
就已光消热散，你千万不可
把这当作真火。从今往后，
你要更加爱惜自己的闺秀之身，
把你的见面之礼定得更高一些，
免得呼之即来。至于哈姆雷特殿下，
你只须相信他还年轻，他行动的自由
远比你所能享有的更为广阔。简而言之，奥菲莉娅，
不要相信他的誓言；那不过是掮客，
外表的色泽与内里的货色并不相符，
只是替非礼的私情说合的中间人，
声气装得像圣洁虔诚的王婆，
正为了便于哄骗。总之一句话：
从今以后，我不希望你
再糟蹋片刻的闲暇时光，
去同哈姆雷特殿下搭话交谈。
留心这点，我嘱咐你；走吧。

奥菲莉娅。
我听您的就是了，父亲。

〔二人同下。〕

SCENE IV. The platform.

Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.

HAMLET.
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

HORATIO.
It is a nipping and an eager air.

HAMLET.
What hour now?

HORATIO.
I think it lacks of twelve.

MARCELLUS.
No, it is struck.

HORATIO.
Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

[A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within.]

What does this mean, my lord?

HAMLET.
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 kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

HORATIO.
Is it a custom?

HAMLET.
Ay marry is’t;
And to my mind, though I am native here,
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour’d in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduc’d and tax’d of other nations:
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform’d 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 evil
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.

HORATIO.
Look, my lord, it comes!

Enter Ghost.

HAMLET.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d,
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 canoniz’d bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d,
Hath op’d his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
Revisit’st 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 Hamlet.]

HORATIO.
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

MARCELLUS.
Look with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground.
But do not go with it.

HORATIO.
No, by no means.

HAMLET.
It will not speak; then will I follow it.

HORATIO.
Do not, my lord.

HAMLET.
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.

HORATIO.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.

HAMLET.
It waves me still.
Go on, I’ll follow thee.

MARCELLUS.
You shall not go, my lord.

HAMLET.
Hold off your hands.

HORATIO.
Be rul’d; you shall not go.

HAMLET.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve.

[Ghost beckons.]

Still am I call’d. Unhand me, gentlemen.

[Breaking free from them.]

By heaven, I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me.
I say, away!—Go on, I’ll follow thee.

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.]

HORATIO.
He waxes desperate with imagination.

MARCELLUS.
Let’s follow; ’tis not fit thus to obey him.

HORATIO.
Have after. To what issue will this come?

MARCELLUS.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

HORATIO.
Heaven will direct it.

MARCELLUS.
Nay, let’s follow him.

[Exeunt.]

第四场：露台

哈姆雷特、霍拉旭及马塞勒斯上。

哈姆雷特。
寒气刺骨，好冷啊。

霍拉旭。
是凛冽刺骨的寒风。

哈姆雷特。
现在什么时辰了？

霍拉旭。
我看还不到十二点。

马塞勒斯。
不，已经敲过了。

霍拉旭。
当真？我没听见。这样的话，就快到
那鬼魂惯常出来走动的时刻了。

〔内喇叭齐鸣，并鸣炮。〕

这是什么意思，殿下？

哈姆雷特。
国王今夜要通宵宴饮，
纵酒狂欢，跳那喧嚣的舞步，东倒西歪；
每当他灌下一口莱茵河的葡萄酒，
铜鼓和喇叭就这样轰然作响，
庆贺他祝酒得胜。

霍拉旭。
这是这里的风俗吗？

哈姆雷特。
唉，可不是嘛；
依我看，虽然我是本地生，
生来就习惯这风气，可这种风俗，
遵守倒不如违背更受人尊敬。
这些昏头昏脑的纵饮狂欢，东也闹西也闹，
叫我们受尽别国的指摘和责难：
他们管我们叫醉鬼，用猪狗般的秽语
玷污我们的名声；这的确会
从我们的丰功伟绩里，即便干得再出色，
抽掉精髓和核心的品德。
个人身上也常常有这样的情形：
由于他们天性中的某种丑恶的缺陷——
比如出生，这倒怪不得他们本人，
因为天性本不能选择自己的来历——
由于某种脾气的过度膨胀，
常常冲垮了理性的栅栏和堡垒；
或是由于某种积习，过分发酵了
那些本该得体的举止风度；——这些人，
我说，带着这一个缺点的烙印，
不管是天生的标记还是命运的星宿，——
他其他的德行，——哪怕纯洁如天恩，
哪怕浩荡如人力所能承受的极限，
也会在世人普遍的指责中，受这一个别缺点的
腐蚀而败坏。一小滴恶
就能使所有高贵品质受到猜疑，
落得身败名裂。

霍拉旭。
瞧，殿下，它来了！

〔鬼魂上场。〕

哈姆雷特。
愿天使和一切施恩的神灵保佑我们！
无论你是护佑的神灵，还是万劫不复的妖魔，
无论你带来的是天上的和风，还是地狱的狂飙，
无论你心怀恶念，还是慈悲为怀，
你既以这般可疑的形状到来，
我就要开口对你说话。我要叫你哈姆雷特，
君王，父亲，丹麦的至尊。哦，回答我！
别让我在无知中煎熬；告诉我
为什么你那已受封圣的骸骨，在棺木里入殓，
竟冲破了裹尸布；为什么那坟墓，
我们亲眼见你安然葬入其中，
竟张开它沉重的大理石巨口，
把你又吐了出来！这究竟是什么意思，
你这死去的尸身，重又全身披挂，
在月光下徘徊，重游此地，
使黑夜变得狰狞，叫我们这些自然的蠢物
魂不附体，心惊肉跳，
尽想些超出我们灵魂所能及的事？
说，这是为什么？什么缘故？我们该怎么办？

〔鬼魂向哈姆雷特招手。〕

霍拉旭。
它在招手，要你跟它走，
仿佛有什么讯息想要
单独告诉您一人。

马塞勒斯。
瞧，它用多么文雅的动作
招呼您到更偏僻的地方去。
但您千万别跟它去。

霍拉旭。
对，万万不可。

哈姆雷特。
它不肯说话；那我就只好跟它去。

霍拉旭。
别去，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
嘿，那有什么好怕的？
我把性命看得不值一根针；
至于我的灵魂，它又能把它怎样，
既然它跟它一样是不朽之物？
它又在招手叫我往前了。我要跟它去。

霍拉旭。
万一它把您诱向潮水呢，殿下，
或者诱向那可怕的悬崖之巅，
那崖顶俯瞰崖脚，高悬在海面上，
在那里现出另一种狰狞的形貌，
使您丧失了理性的主宰，
把您逼疯，那可怎么办？您想想。
光是那地方，就能叫每一个脑子
生出不顾死活的荒唐念头，用不着别的理由，
只消往底下看那么多寻深的海水，
又听见它在底下咆哮。

哈姆雷特。
它还一直在招手呢。
走吧，我跟你去。

马塞勒斯。
您不能去，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
放开你们的手。

霍拉旭。
听劝吧；您不能去。

哈姆雷特。
我的命运在呼叫，
叫我这周身上下每一根细小的血管
都硬得像尼米亚雄狮的筋腱。

〔鬼魂招手。〕

它还在叫我呢。放开我，诸位。

〔挣脱他们。〕

凭老天起誓，谁拦我，我就叫谁变鬼。
我说，走开！——走吧，我跟你去。

〔鬼魂与哈姆雷特下。〕

霍拉旭。
他凭着一股想象，越来越不顾死活了。

马塞勒斯。
咱们跟上去吧；这样听他的话可不对。

霍拉旭。
跟着去吧。——这事情会闹出什么结果来呢？

马塞勒斯。
丹麦国里，有些事已经发臭了。

霍拉旭。
上天自会指引。

马塞勒斯。
不，咱们跟上去吧。

〔同下。〕

SCENE V. A more remote part of the Castle.

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I’ll go no further.

GHOST.
Mark me.

HAMLET.
I will.

GHOST.
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulph’rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

HAMLET.
Alas, poor ghost!

GHOST.
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.

HAMLET.
Speak, I am bound to hear.

GHOST.
So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

HAMLET.
What?

GHOST.
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg’d 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 soul; freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy 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 apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou 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 forged process of my death
Rankly abus’d; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
Now wears his crown.

HAMLET.
O my prophetic soul!
Mine 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 mov’d,
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 uncle stole
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment, whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body;
And with a sudden vigour it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark’d about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust
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,
Unhous’led, disappointed, unanel’d;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
O horrible! O horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But howsoever thou pursu’st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me.

[Exit.]

HAMLET.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
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 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 am sure it may be so in Denmark.

[Writing.]

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is ‘Adieu, adieu, remember me.’
I have sworn’t.

HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
[Within.] My lord, my lord.

MARCELLUS.
[Within.] Lord Hamlet.

HORATIO.
[Within.] Heaven secure him.

HAMLET.
So be it!

MARCELLUS.
[Within.] Illo, 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 and 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’ 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 hath business and desire,
Such as it is;—and for my 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’t 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 tonight.

HORATIO and 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.
[Cries under the stage.] Swear.

HAMLET.
Ha, ha boy, sayst thou so? Art thou 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, 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’ th’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 I bear myself,—
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on—
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber’d thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As ‘Well, we know’, or ‘We could and if we would’,
Or ‘If we list to speak’; or ‘There be and if they might’,
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught 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. So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do t’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.]

第五场：城堡中一处更僻远的地方

鬼魂与哈姆雷特上。

哈姆雷特。
你要把我带到哪儿去？说吧，我不往前走了。

鬼魂。
你听着。

哈姆雷特。
我听着。

鬼魂。
我的时限差不多要到了，
再过片刻，我就得把我自己
交付给硫磺烈火，受那煎熬的痛苦。

哈姆雷特。
唉，可怜的鬼魂！

鬼魂。
不要可怜我，只消认真听
我要披露的事。

哈姆雷特。
说吧，我听着是理所应当。

鬼魂。
等你听完了，你报仇也是理所应当。

哈姆雷特。
什么？

鬼魂。
我是你父亲的灵魂，
被判在夜间游荡一段时日，
白昼则被囚禁在火焰中斋戒，
直至我生前所犯的秽行罪孽
被烧尽涤清。若非我被禁止
吐露我这牢狱中的秘密，
我便可讲出一段故事，它最轻微的一个字
都会叫你灵魂翻腾，冻结你年轻的血液，
使你双眼如星辰般从眼眶中迸出，
使你紧紧编结的发辫散开，
使你每一根头发直竖起来，
像暴躁的豪猪身上的尖刺。
但这永恒的秘密绝不能
向血肉之耳宣示。听着，听着，啊，听着！
你若曾爱你亲爱的父亲——

哈姆雷特。
天哪！

鬼魂。
就为他那卑劣无比、逆天背理的谋杀复仇。

哈姆雷特。
谋杀！

鬼魂。
谋杀最是卑劣，纵然谋杀无不卑劣；
但这一桩最卑劣、最离奇、最逆天背理。

哈姆雷特。
赶快告诉我，让我插上翅膀，
快如沉思遐想，或如爱情的诗思，
飞扑向我的复仇。

鬼魂。
我看你果然准备着；
你若对这事无动于衷，那你定比那
在忘川岸边安逸中朽烂的肥草还要迟钝。
现在，哈姆雷特，听好。
外面传说，我在果园里睡觉时，
被一条蛇蜇咬一口；于是全丹麦的耳朵
被一个关于我死因的捏造说法
狠狠欺骗了；可是，你要知道，高贵的少年，
那蜇了你父亲性命的蛇，
如今正戴着他的王冠。

哈姆雷特。
啊，我预知未来的灵魂！
我的叔父！

鬼魂。
正是，那乱伦的、那淫乱的畜生，
凭着他诡诈的才智，叛逆的礼物——
啊，邪恶的才智与礼物，竟有这般
蛊惑的力量！——诱使我那最端庄的王后
那貌似坚贞的意志，屈从了他可耻的淫欲。
哈姆雷特啊，那是何等的堕落！
撇下我，我的爱是何等高洁，
它堪与我当初向她缔结婚姻时
所起的誓言并驾齐驱；她竟俯身
委身一个可怜虫，他的天赋
比起我来何等贫乏。
可是，正如美德，纵使淫邪扮作天仙模样
来向它求欢，它也绝不摇动；
情欲，哪怕跟一位光芒四射的天使结合，
终会在天国般的床榻上餍足之后，
反去啃食腐尸。
且慢！我仿佛嗅到了清晨的气息；
让我简短说来。我正在我的花园里睡觉，
每天下午我照例如此，
你那叔父趁我不备之际，悄悄溜了进来，
手持一瓶受咒的乌头汁，
把那引发麻风的毒浆
灌进我的耳腔里去；
这毒液与人的血液水火不容，
快如水银一般，穿行过
身体的天然通路与管道；
以猝然之力，使那清稀健全的血
凝结起来，如同酸液滴进牛乳一般。
我的血也正是这样凝住了；
顿时一片疹疱，像麻风病人似的，
披着可憎可恶的痂皮，
布满我光滑的全身。
就这样，我在梦中被我亲兄弟的手
一下子夺去了性命、王冠和王后；
就在罪孽正盛的时候，被摧折了，
没有忏悔，没有领圣餐，没有受临终涂油；
没结清账目，便身负我一生的重重罪过，
被遣去接受审判。
啊，可怕！啊，可怕！啊，可怕之极！
你若也有为人之情，就别隐忍；
决不可让丹麦的御床
变作骄奢淫逸与万恶乱伦的卧榻。
可是，不论你如何采取行动，
不要玷污你的心志，也别让你的灵魂
谋划伤害你的母亲；把她交付给天廷，
交付给那些扎根在她胸中的荆棘，
任其刺她，螫她。就此告别吧！
那萤火虫，已露出晨光将至的微芒，
它那暗淡无力的火光渐渐褪去。
别了，别了，别了。记着我。

〔鬼魂下。〕

哈姆雷特。
啊，天上地下所有的神灵啊！还有呢？
难道还要扯上地狱吗？呸！稳住，我的心；
还有你们，我的筋肉，不要骤然衰老，
硬朗地支撑着我。记住你？
唉，你这可怜的鬼魂，只要记忆还在这错乱的
地球之上据有一席之地，我就会记住你。记住你？
是的，我要从我记忆的记事板上
擦去一切琐碎痴愚的记录，
一切书本上的格言，一切形相，一切过去的印象，
那些少年和阅历所抄录下的东西；
而你的训令将独自存留
在我头脑的书册卷帙之中，
不与任何鄙陋之物混杂。是的，指天为誓！
啊，最恶毒的女人！
啊，恶棍，恶棍，笑盈盈的该死的恶棍！
我的记事板。我该把它记下，
一个人可以微笑，微笑，然后是个恶棍；
至少在丹麦我确信这是办得到的。

〔写。〕

好了，叔叔，你在这儿了。现在记下我的暗语；
那就是“再见，再见，要记住我。”
我已经立下誓言。

霍拉旭 与 马塞勒斯。
〔自内。〕殿下，殿下。

马塞勒斯。
〔自内。〕哈姆雷特殿下。

霍拉旭。
〔自内。〕上天保佑他。

哈姆雷特。
但愿如此！

马塞勒斯。
〔自内。〕喂，嗬，嗬，殿下！

哈姆雷特。
喂，嗬，嗬，小子！来，鸟儿，来吧。

霍拉旭与马塞勒斯上。

马塞勒斯。
您可好，高贵的殿下？

霍拉旭。
殿下，有什么消息？

哈姆雷特。
啊，奇妙极了！

霍拉旭。
好殿下，告诉我们吧。

哈姆雷特。
不，你们会泄露出去。

霍拉旭。
我不会，殿下，指天为誓。

马塞勒斯。
我也不会，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
那么你们说，凡人的心可曾想到过这种事？——
但你们会保守秘密？

霍拉旭 与 马塞勒斯。
是的，指天为誓，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
在丹麦，从来不曾有一个恶棍，
而不曾是一个大坏蛋。

霍拉旭。
殿下，这何须鬼魂
从坟墓里出来告诉我们。

哈姆雷特。
唔，对；你说得完全对；
那么，就无须再多敷衍了，
我认为我们应该握手而别：
你们，各自顺着自己的事务和心愿去吧，——
因为人人都有自己的事务和心愿，
不管事情如何；——至于我这可怜的人，
瞧着吧，我要去祈祷。

霍拉旭。
殿下，您说的都是些颠三倒四的胡话。

哈姆雷特。
我很抱歉这些话冒犯了你们，真心地；
是的，真心地，真心地。

霍拉旭。
殿下，这谈不上冒犯。

哈姆雷特。 是的，凭圣帕特里克起誓，确实有，霍拉旭，
而且冒犯还不小。说起刚才这异象，
它是个诚实的鬼魂，这我可以告诉你们。
至于你们想知道我们之间的事，
就尽量克制住这份好奇吧。好了，好朋友们，
既然你们是朋友、学者，又是军人，
请答应我一个微不足道的请求。

霍拉旭。 什么请求，殿下？我们一定答应。

哈姆雷特。 永远不要说出你们今晚所见到的。

霍拉旭与马塞勒斯。 殿下，我们不说。

哈姆雷特。 不行，必须发誓。

霍拉旭。 凭信仰起誓，殿下，我不说。

马塞勒斯。 我也不说，殿下，凭信仰起誓。

哈姆雷特。 按着我的剑发誓。

马塞勒斯。 我们已经发过誓了，殿下。

哈姆雷特。 当真要按着我的剑，当真要。

鬼魂。 〔在舞台下呼喊。〕 发誓。

哈姆雷特。 哈哈，小家伙，你这么说吗？你在那儿吗，诚实的好汉？
来吧，你们听见地窖里这位朋友了。
答应发誓吧。

霍拉旭。 请您提出誓词，殿下。

哈姆雷特。 绝不谈起你们所见到的这一切。
按着我的剑发誓。

鬼魂。 〔在下方。〕 发誓。

哈姆雷特。 到处都在？那我们就换个地方。
到这儿来，两位先生，
再把你们的手放在我的剑上。
绝不谈起你们所听到的这一切。
按着我的剑发誓。

鬼魂。 〔在下方。〕 发誓。

哈姆雷特。 说得好，老田鼠！你在地下钻得这么快？
真是个能干的工兵！再挪个地方，好朋友们。

霍拉旭。 喔，白天黑夜啊，这事可真是奇怪得离奇。

哈姆雷特。 那就当它是一个异乡人，好好欢迎它吧。
霍拉旭，天地之间有许多事，
是你们的哲学做梦也想不到的。不过来吧，
在这里，就像刚才一样，愿上帝慈悲保佑你们：
无论我往后的行为显得多么古怪、离奇——
因为我今后也许会觉得需要
披上一副疯疯癫癫的外衣——
你们见到我那样的时候，绝不可这样双臂交叉，
或是这样摇摇头，
或是说些暧昧难解的话，
比如“哦，我们心里有数”，或者“只要我们愿意，我们就能说”，
或者“要是我们能开口的话”，或者“要是有人能，那就会如何如何”，
或是这类含糊其辞的暗示，
来表明你们知道我有什么隐情：——绝不能这样做。
愿上帝在他最需要时赐你们恩典与慈悲，
发誓。

鬼魂。 〔在下方。〕 发誓。

哈姆雷特。
安息吧，安息吧，不安的魂灵。好了，各位，
我怀着满腔热爱将自己托付给诸位；
一个如哈姆雷特这样贫乏的人
所能向你们表达的爱意与友睦，
上天为证，绝不会短缺。我们一同进去吧，
我请你们，还是把手指按在唇上。
这时代脱了节。啊，可诅咒的命运，
竟叫我生来去把它纠正。
不，来吧，我们一同走。

〔同下。〕