哈姆雷特（中文译本）

ACT III

第三幕

SCENE I. A room in the Castle.

Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KING.
And can you by no drift of circumstance
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

ROSENCRANTZ.
He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.

GUILDENSTERN.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.

QUEEN.
Did he receive you well?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Most like a gentleman.

GUILDENSTERN.
But with much forcing of his disposition.

ROSENCRANTZ.
Niggard of question, but of our demands,
Most free in his reply.

QUEEN.
Did you assay him to any pastime?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Madam, it so fell out that certain players
We o’er-raught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it. They are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.

POLONIUS.
’Tis most true;
And he beseech’d me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.

KING.
With all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin’d.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.

ROSENCRANTZ.
We shall, my lord.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

KING.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself, lawful espials,
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behav’d,
If’t be th’affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.

QUEEN.
I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.

OPHELIA.
Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit Queen.]

POLONIUS.
Ophelia, walk you here.—Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves.—[To Ophelia.] Read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this,
’Tis too much prov’d, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.

KING.
[Aside.] O ’tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
O heavy burden!

POLONIUS.
I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt King and Polonius.]

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLET.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.

OPHELIA.
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?

HAMLET.
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

OPHELIA.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.

HAMLET.
No, not I.
I never gave you aught.

OPHELIA.
My honour’d lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos’d
As made the things more rich; their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

HAMLET.
Ha, ha! Are you honest?

OPHELIA.
My lord?

HAMLET.
Are you fair?

OPHELIA.
What means your lordship?

HAMLET.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse
to your beauty.

OPHELIA.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

HAMLET.
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from
what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty
into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives
it proof. I did love you once.

OPHELIA.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

HAMLET.
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old
stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.

OPHELIA.
I was the more deceived.

HAMLET.
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am
myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things
that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud,
revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have
thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act
them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and
heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a
nunnery. Where’s your father?

OPHELIA.
At home, my lord.

HAMLET.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but
in’s own house. Farewell.

OPHELIA.
O help him, you sweet heavens!

HAMLET.
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou
as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get
thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a
fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To
a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.

OPHELIA.
O heavenly powers, restore him!

HAMLET.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one
face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you
lisp, and nickname God’s creatures, and make your wantonness your
ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad. I say, we
will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but
one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

[Exit.]

OPHELIA.
O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th’expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th’observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh,
That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. O woe is me,
T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see.

Enter King and Polonius.

KING.
Love? His affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
O’er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger, which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute:
Haply the seas and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on’t?

POLONIUS.
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit, after the play,
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief, let her be round with him,
And I’ll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him; or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.

KING.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.

[Exeunt.]

第一场：城堡中的一室

国王、王后、波洛涅斯、奥菲莉娅、罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞上。

国王。
难道你们就不能用任何旁敲侧击的办法，
从他嘴里探出他为何要装出这副迷乱的模样，
用这种狂暴而危险的神志不清，
如此刺耳地搅扰他所有的安宁时光？

罗森格兰兹。
他倒也承认自己觉得心神恍惚，
可究竟是什么缘故，他绝口不肯吐露。

吉尔登斯吞。
我们也没发现他乐意受人探问，
每当我们想引他说出一点
他真实状况的交代，
他就用一种狡黠的疯狂远远避开。

王后。
他接待你们的态度可好？

罗森格兰兹。
礼貌周全，十足像个绅士。

吉尔登斯吞。
可是显得十分勉强，很违逆他自己的性情。

罗森格兰兹。
他不大提问，可对我们的问话，
回答起来倒是毫无拘束。

王后。
你们可曾试着引他作什么消遣？

罗森格兰兹。
娘娘，事有凑巧，我们在路上
赶过了几个戏子。我们把这事告诉了他，
他听了之后，似乎露出了几分高兴。
他们就在这宫廷附近，
而且我想他们已经接到了吩咐，
今晚就要在他面前演一出戏。

波洛涅斯。
这话千真万确；
他还恳求我来恭请两位陛下
去听听看看这出戏呢。

国王。
我满心乐意；听到他这么有兴致，
我心里真是高兴极了。
好两位先生，再去火上浇油，
把他的心思往这些娱乐上头引。

罗森格兰兹。
遵命，陛下。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞下。〕

国王。
亲爱的乔特鲁德，你也暂且离开我们，
因为我们已暗中差人去请哈姆雷特到这儿来，
好让他，仿佛是出于偶然，在这儿
撞见奥菲莉娅。
她的父亲和我，作为合情合法的密探，
自会躲到这样一个地方去，看不见他们，却能看见一切，
坦然地判明他们这次会面的情形，
并且从他的举止上断定，
他所遭受的痛苦
究竟是不是因为恋爱的折磨。

王后。
我这就听从你的吩咐。
至于你呢，奥菲莉娅，我只愿
你那娇好的容貌正是哈姆雷特癫狂的福因；
这样我就盼着你的美德
能把他引回他往日的常轨，
那对你们两人的名声都体面。

奥菲莉娅。
娘娘，但愿如此。

〔王后下。〕

波洛涅斯。
奥菲莉娅，你就在这儿走走。——国王陛下，您若不见怪，
我们就各就各位吧。——〔向奥菲莉娅。〕你念这本书，
显出一副用功的模样，这可以遮掩
你为何独自在此。——我们在这上头常该责备，
——这事早已充分证明——人们偏能用虔诚的面孔
和圣洁的行动，去给魔鬼本身
裹上一层糖衣。

国王。 〔旁白。〕
啊，这话太对了！

国王。
〔旁白。〕哦，这话太真切了！
这番话何等犀利地鞭笞着我的良心！
娼妓那施了粉黛的面颊，比起那助它妖艳的脂粉，
固然丑陋，可比起我那用浓墨重彩的词句装点的行径，
它还不算更丑。
哦，沉重的负担！

波洛涅斯。
我听见他来了。陛下，我们且退下吧。

〔国王与波洛涅斯下。〕

哈姆雷特上。

哈姆雷特。
活下去，还是不活，这是个问题：
究竟哪样更高贵，在内心忍受
那暴虐命运的投石弹弓与箭矢，
还是拿起武器，面对一片烦恼的汪洋，
用反抗将它们了结？死去——睡去，
不再有更多；而借着一场沉睡，我们说我们终结了
那心头的痛楚，以及肉体天生要承受的
千百种自然的打击：这正是
热切祈求的圆满结局。死去，睡去。
睡去，或许还有梦——唉，难就难在这里；
因为在那死亡的沉睡中，当我们摆脱了
这凡胎肉身的牵缠，究竟会有些什么梦来临，
不得不令我们踌躇。正是这个顾虑，
使苦难的生命变得如此漫长。
谁人甘愿承受时间的鞭笞与嘲弄，
压迫者的横行，傲慢者的辱蔑，
被鄙夷的爱情之痛，法律的延宕，
官吏的骄横，以及安分守己的贤德
从卑鄙小人那里领受的拳打脚踢，
如果他只消用一柄小小的匕首，
便可以让自己获得永久的解脱？谁人甘愿背着这些重担，
在烦劳的生活下呻吟流汗，
若不是因为惧怕死后的某种情形，
那无人归来的、尚未被发现的国度，
使我们的意志困惑动摇，
宁肯忍受这身已遭的灾祸，
也不愿飞向那未知的别种苦难？
就这样，瞻前顾后把我们全变成了懦夫，
就这样，决断本色的赤诚，
也被思虑的惨淡光影罩上了病容，
而那些宏大而紧要的壮举，
也因这番顾虑而扭转了流向，
丧失了行动的名号。——且慢，现在放轻声些，
美丽的奥菲莉娅来了！——仙女啊，在你的祷告里，
请记下我所有的罪孽。

奥菲莉娅。
我的好殿下，
这些天来，您贵体可安好？

哈姆雷特。
我谦卑地谢过您；好，好，好。

奥菲莉娅。
殿下，我这里有几件您的纪念品，
我早就想奉还给您的。
我请求您，此刻就收下吧。

哈姆雷特。
不，我不会收。
我从未给过你什么。

奥菲莉娅。
尊贵的殿下，您很清楚您给过，
而且伴同这些礼物，您还曾吐露甜蜜芬芳的词句，
使这些东西更显贵重；那芬芳既已消散，
请把这原物收回吧；因为对于一颗高尚的心，
一旦赠予者被证明无情无义，再贵重的礼物也会变得菲薄。
给您，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
哈，哈！你诚实吗？

奥菲莉娅。
殿下？

哈姆雷特。
你美丽吗？

奥菲莉娅。
殿下是什么意思？

哈姆雷特。
我的意思是，假如你又诚实又美丽，你的诚实就该拒绝跟你的美貌来往。

奥菲莉娅。
殿下，美貌除了跟诚实结交，还能有更好的交往吗？

哈姆雷特。
嗯，真的；因为美貌的力量很快就会把诚实从它本来的样子变成拉皮条的，而诚实的力量却没法把美貌变成它自己的模样。这话从前是个悖论，可如今这世道给它提供了证据。我从前确实爱过你。

奥菲莉娅。
真的，殿下，您让我这样相信过。

哈姆雷特。
你本不该相信我；因为美德没法那样嫁接到我们这株老树干上，让我们不带着原来的气味。我没爱过你。

奥菲莉娅。
我更是受骗了。

哈姆雷特。
你进尼姑庵去吧。干吗要做一个孽种的生育者？我自己还算是个过得去的正派人；可是我能指控自己犯下那样的过错，倒不如我母亲没把我生下来更好。我非常骄傲，记仇，野心勃勃，我随手可以犯下的罪过，比我能想到去做的、能想象出形状的、或有时间去实施的还要多。像我这样的家伙，在天堂与大地之间爬来爬去，又算什么呢？我们都是彻头彻尾的混蛋，谁也别信。走你的路，进尼姑庵去吧。你父亲在哪儿？

奥菲莉娅。
在家里，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
把门关紧了，让他除了在自己家里，别处没地方装傻吧。再会。

奥菲莉娅。
啊，帮帮他吧，仁慈的上天！

哈姆雷特。
要是你嫁人，我给你这一句诅咒当你的嫁妆吧。就算你像冰一样贞洁，像雪一样纯净，你也逃不掉诽谤。进尼姑庵去吧，去；再会。要么，要是你非嫁人不可，就嫁个傻瓜吧；因为聪明人都清清楚楚地知道，你们会把他们变成什么样的怪物。去尼姑庵吧，去；还得快点。再会。

奥菲莉娅。
天上的力量啊，恢复他的神志吧！

哈姆雷特。
我也听够了你们涂脂抹粉的事。上帝给了你们一张脸，你们又给自己另做了一张。你们扭着走，迈着碎步，咬着舌说话，给上帝的造物乱起绰号，把你们的放荡说成无知。算了吧，我懒得再说了，这些事已经把我气疯了。我说，我们再也不要什么婚姻了。那些已经结了婚的，除了一个，全都活着；剩下的人就保持现在这样吧。进尼姑庵去吧，去。

〔下。〕

奥菲莉娅。
啊，多么高贵的一颗心就这样倾覆了！
朝臣的明眸，军人的利剑，学者的舌辩，
这美好邦国的期望与娇花，
时尚的明镜，礼仪的典范，
万众瞩目的焦点，竟彻底、彻底塌陷了！
而我，在所有女子中最卑贱、最悲苦，
曾啜饮他音乐般誓言的甘蜜，
如今眼见那高贵而至尊的理性，
像甜美的钟声乱响，走了调，刺耳难听；
那风华正茂的无匹风姿与容貌
竟被迷狂摧折。啊，我好苦啊，
既见过曾经所见，又目睹今之所见。

〔国王与波洛涅斯上。〕

国王。
爱情？他的心思并不在这方面，
他刚才的话，虽然有些语无伦次，
也不像疯癫。他灵魂深处定有某种东西，
他的忧郁正坐在上面孵育，
我担心这孵化出来的，披露出来的，
将是某种危险；为了预防这一点，
我已迅速作出决定，就这样定下来：
他必须火速前去英格兰，
追索那笔久未缴纳的贡赋。
也许大海和异国的风物，
种种不同的景象，会驱除
这股郁结在他心头的无名积物，
他的脑筋不断撞击在这上面，
使他失去了常态。你对此有何看法？

波洛涅斯。
这样很好。不过我还是相信，
他悲伤的起因和源头
来自遭到冷落的爱情。——怎么样，奥菲莉娅？
你不必告诉我们哈姆雷特殿下说了什么，
我们全听见了。陛下，就按您的意思办吧。
不过您要是觉得合适，等演完戏之后，
让他的母后单独恳求他
吐露悲伤，让她直截了当地盘问他，
而我，如蒙允准，就躲在能听见
他们全部谈话的地方。要是她问不出所以然，
就送他去英格兰，或者凭您圣明，
把他拘禁在您认为最合适的地方。

国王。
就这么办。
大人物的疯癫绝不可不加监视。

〔同下。〕

SCENE II. A hall in the Castle.

Enter Hamlet and certain Players.

HAMLET.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on
the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as
lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much
with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent,
tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and
beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the
soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to
tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for
the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and
noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant. It
out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.

FIRST PLAYER.
I warrant your honour.

HAMLET.
Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special
observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything
so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold as ’twere the mirror up to nature;
to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age
and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come
tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the
judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance
o’erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have
seen play—and heard others praise, and that highly—not to speak it
profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait
of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have
thought some of Nature’s journeymen had made men, and not made them
well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

FIRST PLAYER.
I hope we have reform’d that indifferently with us, sir.

HAMLET.
O reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no
more than is set down for them. For there be of them that will
themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
too, though in the meantime some necessary question of the play be then
to be considered. That’s villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.

[Exeunt Players.]

Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

How now, my lord?
Will the King hear this piece of work?

POLONIUS.
And the Queen too, and that presently.

HAMLET.
Bid the players make haste.

[Exit Polonius.]

Will you two help to hasten them?

ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
We will, my lord.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

HAMLET.
What ho, Horatio!

Enter Horatio.

HORATIO.
Here, sweet lord, at your service.

HAMLET.
Horatio, thou art e’en as just a man
As e’er my conversation cop’d withal.

HORATIO.
O my dear lord.

HAMLET.
Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter’d?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal’d thee for herself. For thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards
Hast ta’en with equal thanks. And blessed are those
Whose blood and judgement are so well co-mingled
That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a play tonight before the King.
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee, of my father’s death.
I prithee, when thou see’st that act a-foot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen;
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan’s stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;
And after we will both our judgements join
In censure of his seeming.

HORATIO.
Well, my lord.
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And ’scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

HAMLET.
They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
Get you a place.

Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia,
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and others.

KING.
How fares our cousin Hamlet?

HAMLET.
Excellent, i’ faith; of the chameleon’s dish: I eat the air,
promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.

KING.
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.

HAMLET.
No, nor mine now. [To Polonius.] My lord, you play’d once i’
th’university, you say?

POLONIUS.
That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.

HAMLET.
What did you enact?

POLONIUS.
I did enact Julius Caesar. I was kill’d i’ th’ Capitol. Brutus killed
me.

HAMLET.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be the
players ready?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.

QUEEN.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

HAMLET.
No, good mother, here’s metal more attractive.

POLONIUS.
[To the King.] O ho! do you mark that?

HAMLET.
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Lying down at Ophelia’s feet.]

OPHELIA.
No, my lord.

HAMLET.
I mean, my head upon your lap?

OPHELIA.
Ay, my lord.

HAMLET.
Do you think I meant country matters?

OPHELIA.
I think nothing, my lord.

HAMLET.
That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs.

OPHELIA.
What is, my lord?

HAMLET.
Nothing.

OPHELIA.
You are merry, my lord.

HAMLET.
Who, I?

OPHELIA.
Ay, my lord.

HAMLET.
O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? For look
you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within’s two
hours.

OPHELIA.
Nay, ’tis twice two months, my lord.

HAMLET.
So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I’ll have a suit of
sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then
there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year. But
by’r lady, he must build churches then; or else shall he suffer not
thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is ‘For, O, for O, the
hobby-horse is forgot!’

Trumpets sound. The dumb show enters.

Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him and he
her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her
up, and declines his head upon her neck. Lays him down upon a bank of
flowers. She, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow,
takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the King’s ears, and
exits. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes passionate
action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes, comes in again,
seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner
woos the Queen with gifts. She seems loth and unwilling awhile, but in
the end accepts his love.

[Exeunt.]

OPHELIA.
What means this, my lord?

HAMLET.
Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

OPHELIA.
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.

Enter Prologue.

HAMLET.
We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they’ll
tell all.

OPHELIA.
Will they tell us what this show meant?

HAMLET.
Ay, or any show that you’ll show him. Be not you ashamed to show, he’ll
not shame to tell you what it means.

OPHELIA.
You are naught, you are naught: I’ll mark the play.

PROLOGUE.
For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.

HAMLET.
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

OPHELIA.
’Tis brief, my lord.

HAMLET.
As woman’s love.

Enter a King and a Queen.

PLAYER KING.
Full thirty times hath Phoebus’ cart gone round
Neptune’s salt wash and Tellus’ orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrow’d sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

PLAYER QUEEN.
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o’er ere love be done.
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women’s fear and love holds quantity,
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now what my love is, proof hath made you know,
And as my love is siz’d, my fear is so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

PLAYER KING.
Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too:
My operant powers their functions leave to do:
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honour’d, belov’d, and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou—

PLAYER QUEEN.
O confound the rest.
Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
In second husband let me be accurst!
None wed the second but who kill’d the first.

HAMLET.
[Aside.] Wormwood, wormwood.

PLAYER QUEEN.
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.

PLAYER KING.
I do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine, oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity:
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary ’tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy.
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye; nor ’tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change,
For ’tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies,
The poor advanc’d makes friends of enemies;
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend:
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown.
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

PLAYER QUEEN.
Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
To desperation turn my trust and hope,
An anchor’s cheer in prison be my scope,
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife.

HAMLET.
[To Ophelia.] If she should break it now.

PLAYER KING.
’Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile.
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
[Sleeps.]

PLAYER QUEEN.
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain.

[Exit.]

HAMLET.
Madam, how like you this play?

QUEEN.
The lady protests too much, methinks.

HAMLET.
O, but she’ll keep her word.

KING.
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in’t?

HAMLET.
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i’ th’ world.

KING.
What do you call the play?

HAMLET.
The Mousetrap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a
murder done in Vienna. Gonzago is the Duke’s name, his wife Baptista:
you shall see anon; ’tis a knavish piece of work: but what o’ that?
Your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the
gall’d jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Enter Lucianus.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King.

OPHELIA.
You are a good chorus, my lord.

HAMLET.
I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets
dallying.

OPHELIA.
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

HAMLET.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

OPHELIA.
Still better, and worse.

HAMLET.
So you mistake your husbands.—Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable
faces, and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

LUCIANUS.
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property
On wholesome life usurp immediately.

[Pours the poison into the sleeper’s ears.]

HAMLET.
He poisons him i’ th’garden for’s estate. His name’s Gonzago. The story
is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how
the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife.

OPHELIA.
The King rises.

HAMLET.
What, frighted with false fire?

QUEEN.
How fares my lord?

POLONIUS.
Give o’er the play.

KING.
Give me some light. Away.

All.
Lights, lights, lights.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.]

HAMLET.
Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep,
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, if the rest of my
fortunes turn Turk with me; with two Provincial roses on my razed
shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

HORATIO.
Half a share.

HAMLET.
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself, and now reigns here
A very, very—pajock.

HORATIO.
You might have rhymed.

HAMLET.
O good Horatio, I’ll take the ghost’s word for a thousand pound. Didst
perceive?

HORATIO.
Very well, my lord.

HAMLET.
Upon the talk of the poisoning?

HORATIO.
I did very well note him.

HAMLET.
Ah, ha! Come, some music. Come, the recorders.
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie.
Come, some music.

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

GUILDENSTERN.
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

HAMLET.
Sir, a whole history.

GUILDENSTERN.
The King, sir—

HAMLET.
Ay, sir, what of him?

GUILDENSTERN.
Is in his retirement, marvellous distempered.

HAMLET.
With drink, sir?

GUILDENSTERN.
No, my lord; rather with choler.

HAMLET.
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the
doctor, for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him
into far more choler.

GUILDENSTERN.
Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so
wildly from my affair.

HAMLET.
I am tame, sir, pronounce.

GUILDENSTERN.
The Queen your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me
to you.

HAMLET.
You are welcome.

GUILDENSTERN.
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall
please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother’s
commandment; if not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my
business.

HAMLET.
Sir, I cannot.

GUILDENSTERN.
What, my lord?

HAMLET.
Make you a wholesome answer. My wit’s diseased. But, sir, such answer
as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say, my mother.
Therefore no more, but to the matter. My mother, you say,—

ROSENCRANTZ.
Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and
admiration.

HAMLET.
O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no sequel
at the heels of this mother’s admiration?

ROSENCRANTZ.
She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.

HAMLET.
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further
trade with us?

ROSENCRANTZ.
My lord, you once did love me.

HAMLET.
And so I do still, by these pickers and stealers.

ROSENCRANTZ.
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the
door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend.

HAMLET.
Sir, I lack advancement.

ROSENCRANTZ.
How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself for your
succession in Denmark?

HAMLET.
Ay, sir, but while the grass grows—the proverb is something musty.

Re-enter the Players with recorders.

O, the recorders. Let me see one.—To withdraw with you, why do you go
about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil?

GUILDENSTERN.
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.

HAMLET.
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

GUILDENSTERN.
My lord, I cannot.

HAMLET.
I pray you.

GUILDENSTERN.
Believe me, I cannot.

HAMLET.
I do beseech you.

GUILDENSTERN.
I know no touch of it, my lord.

HAMLET.
’Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and
thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most
eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.

GUILDENSTERN.
But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the
skill.

HAMLET.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play
upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart
of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my
compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little
organ, yet cannot you make it speak. ’Sblood, do you think I am easier
to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though
you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Enter Polonius.

God bless you, sir.

POLONIUS.
My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.

HAMLET.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?

POLONIUS.
By the mass, and ’tis like a camel indeed.

HAMLET.
Methinks it is like a weasel.

POLONIUS.
It is backed like a weasel.

HAMLET.
Or like a whale.

POLONIUS.
Very like a whale.

HAMLET.
Then will I come to my mother by and by.—They fool me to the top of my
bent.—I will come by and by.

POLONIUS.
I will say so.

[Exit.]

HAMLET.
By and by is easily said. Leave me, friends.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]

’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft now, to my mother.
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent.

[Exit.]

第二场：城堡中的厅堂

〔哈姆雷特及众伶人上。〕

哈姆雷特。
请你把这段台词，照我念给你听的样子，轻快地从舌尖上吐出来。可你要是像你们许多演员那样，扯着嗓门去嚎它，那我倒宁愿让城里的公告员来念我的词句。也别用手这样过分地锯着空气，要处处用得柔和；因为，哪怕在激情的洪流、风暴或是，我可以说，旋风之中，你也必须取得并养成一种节制，好让它显得平顺。哦，听见一个戴着假发的粗壮家伙把一段激情撕成碎片，撕成破布条子，去震裂那班只配看热闹的站客的耳朵，真叫我从灵魂里感到厌恶；这些人，大多除了莫名其妙的哑剧和嘈杂声响，什么也领会不了。我真想把这样的家伙抽一顿鞭子，因为他把特马根特演过了火。这比希律王还要希律王。我请你务必避免这一点。

伶人甲。
我向您保证，大人。

哈姆雷特。
可也别太平淡，要让你自己的鉴别力做你的老师。让动作配合台词，让台词配合动作，特别要谨守这一点：不可逾越自然的常道；因为任何过分的东西都背离了演剧的宗旨。演剧的目的，无论从前还是现在，都好比是给自然举起一面镜子；让德行看见自己的容貌，让轻蔑看见自己的形象，让所谓的时代与社会看见自己的形态与印记。要是表演得过火，或是演得拖沓无力，虽然能让外行发笑，却不能不叫明眼人伤心；而这样一个明眼人的批评，在你们的心目中，应当抵得过满场其他人的喝彩。哦，有些演员，我见过他们演戏，也听人把他们捧得极高——不是我亵渎地乱说——他们既没有基督徒说话的腔调，走起路来也不像基督徒，不像异教徒，简直不像人，只管大摇大摆，嘶声吼叫，让我几乎以为是大自然雇了些下等工匠，把人给造了出来，而且造得不成样子，他们模仿起人类来，真是恶劣到了极点。

伶人甲。
我希望我们在这方面已经改得差不多了，先生。

哈姆雷特。
哦，要彻底地改。还有，让那些演小丑的，只说给他们写定的台词。因为他们中间有些人，会自己笑起来，引得一部分无知的观众也跟着发笑，可就在那时候，戏里某个必要的关节正需要人用心琢磨。这种事情太可恶了，而且也暴露出那干这事的傻瓜，怀抱的是最可鄙的野心。去吧，你们去准备吧。

〔伶人下。〕

波洛涅斯、罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞上。

好了，大人？
国王要来听这出戏吗？

波洛涅斯。
王后也要来，而且马上就到。

哈姆雷特。
叫戏子们快些准备。

〔波洛涅斯下。〕

你们两位也去催催他们，好吗？

罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞。
我们这就去，大人。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞下。〕

哈姆雷特。
喂，霍拉旭！

霍拉旭上。

霍拉旭。
这儿呢，亲爱的大人，听候差遣。

哈姆雷特。
霍拉旭，在我所结识的人里头，
就数你最正直。

霍拉旭。
啊，我亲爱的大人。

哈姆雷特。
别，别以为我在恭维；
我能指望从你身上图什么好处呢，
你除了一副好心肠，既无钱财
又无衣食，何须去恭维穷人？
不，让涂了蜜的舌头去舔荒唐的排场，
让膝盖的关节屈折弯转，哪里有利
就往哪里跪。你可听见？
自从我这颗心能自己作主，
能分辨人的高低，它就选中了你，
把它自己给了你。因为你这人
遭逢一切，却不为所苦，无论是命运的
打击还是奖赏，你都以同样的感谢承受。
那些血性与判断如此调和得当的人
真是有福了，他们不是命运手指底下的笛子，
随她高兴奏什么调就出什么声。
给我一个人，一个不为欲念所摆布的人，
我会把他佩在心窝，
对，心坎里，就算我待你一样。
这事已说得太多了。
今晚国王面前有一出戏。
其中有一场，情节跟我告诉你的
我父王死况非常相近。
我求你，等那一幕上演的时候，
用你整个灵魂的专注
去观察我叔父。要是他暗藏的那件丑事
听了那段台词还不肯脱窝而出，
那我们见到的就是个该死的鬼魂，
而我的想象也就跟伏尔甘的冶炉
一样肮脏。好好留神他；
我也要把眼睛盯在他的脸上；
事后再把我们的两份判断合起来，
评一评他那副神气。

霍拉旭。
好，大人。
要是这出戏演着演着，他偷了什么东西
而能躲过辩察，这失物归我来赔。

哈姆雷特。
他们来看戏了。我必须装出没事的模样。
你去找个地方坐下。

丹麦进行曲。号角齐鸣。国王、王后、波洛涅斯、奥菲莉娅、
罗森格兰兹、吉尔登斯吞及余人等上。

国王。
我们的侄子哈姆雷特近来怎样？

哈姆雷特。
再好不过了，说真的，我吃的是变色龙的食物：吃空气，塞满的都是空头许诺——你拿这个喂阉鸡可喂不肥。

国王。
这话我可没的回，哈姆雷特；这些诗句不是我的。

哈姆雷特。
不，现在也不是我的了。〔向波洛涅斯。〕大人，我听说你曾在大学里演过戏？

波洛涅斯。
我是演过，殿下，大伙儿还夸我演得好呢。

哈姆雷特。
你扮的是什么？

波洛涅斯。
我扮的是朱利乌斯·凯撒。我在神殿里被人杀了。是勃鲁托斯杀的我。

哈姆雷特。
他可真够鲁莽的，竟在神殿里杀了那么一头好牛。戏子们准备好了吗？

罗森格兰兹。
好了，殿下；就等您吩咐呢。

王后。
到这儿来，好哈姆雷特，挨着我坐。

哈姆雷特。
不，好母亲，这儿有更吸引人的铁石。

波洛涅斯。
〔向国王。〕哦嗬！您看见了吗？

哈姆雷特。
小姐，我能睡在你的膝上吗？
〔卧倒在奥菲莉娅脚边。〕

奥菲莉娅。
不能，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
我是说，把我的头枕在你的膝上？

奥菲莉娅。
嗯，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
你以为我是在想乡下人的事儿吗？

奥菲莉娅。
我什么也不想，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
睡在姑娘大腿中间，那倒是个好主意。

奥菲莉娅。
什么，殿下？

哈姆雷特。
没什么。

奥菲莉娅。
您真爱说笑，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
谁，我吗？

奥菲莉娅。
嗯，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
上帝在上，我不过是替您凑个趣儿罢了。人活着不寻开心又能做什么？您瞧我母亲，神色多么愉快，可我的父亲去世还不满两个时辰呢。

奥菲莉娅。
不，已经足足四个月了，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
那么久了？哎，要是这样，那就让魔鬼去穿丧服吧，我可要换上一身青缎子衣裳了。天哪！死了两个月，还没被人忘干净？这么说来，一位大人物死后让人记上半年，倒也还有点儿希望。可是，凭圣母起誓，他得多盖几座教堂才行；不然的话，他只好甘心被人忘得精光，就像那玩具木马，墓志铭上就那么一句：“哎，哎，玩具木马忘得精光！”

号角鸣响。哑剧登场。

〔饰国王与王后的伶人上场，状极亲昵；王后拥抱国王，国王也拥抱她。王后跪下，向他作剖白心迹之状。他将她扶起，把头垂靠在她颈侧。随后他躺倒在一片花坛上。王后见他睡熟，便离开了。随即有一人上场，摘下国王头上的王冠，吻了吻，往国王耳中灌入毒药，然后下场。王后重上，见国王已死，便做悲恸欲绝之状。那下毒者带着三四个哑角再次上场，似乎与她一同哀悼。尸体被抬下场。下毒者以礼物向王后求爱。她似乎先是推拒、不大情愿，但终究接受了他的爱。〕
〔众人下。〕

奥菲莉娅。 这是什么意思，殿下？

哈姆雷特。 嘛，这叫偷偷摸摸搞把戏；意思是恶作剧。

奥菲莉娅。 想必这出默戏点出了正戏的关目。

〔开场词上。〕

哈姆雷特。 听这家伙一说我们就明白了：戏子是守不住秘密的；他们什么都会抖落出来。

奥菲莉娅。 他会告诉我们这出默戏是什么意思吗？

哈姆雷特。 会，你给他看的任何戏他都会告诉你。你只要好意思给他看，他就好意思告诉你那是什么意思。

奥菲莉娅。 你真坏，你真坏：我要看戏了。

开场词。
为敝戏，为这出悲剧，
向诸位躬身乞垂恤，
恳请耐心听从头叙。

哈姆雷特。 这是开场词，还是刻在戒指上的短诗？

奥菲莉娅。 很短，殿下。

哈姆雷特。 像女人的爱情一样短。

〔伶王与伶后上。〕

伶王。 整整三十个春秋，福玻斯的金车
绕着涅普顿的咸浪与忒卢斯的圆廓周行，
三十打明月，借着借来的清光
绕着这世界，也已流转了十二个三十回，
自从爱情填满我们心房，许门将我们双手
凭最神圣的婚约结合成相守的一对。

伶后。 愿日与月再让我们数尽
同样多的行程，在我们的爱耗尽之前。
可是，可怜我是，你还来病体恢恢，
全没了兴致，远不似旧日风采，
叫我为你担忧。然而，我虽然担忧，
殿下，那担忧却决不可让你不安：
因为女人的担忧与爱是一般分量，
两者全无，或是两者都到极端。
如今，我爱有多少，你已亲身知晓，
我的爱有多大，我的担忧也就有多大。
爱重之处，最细小的疑虑也是恐惧；
小小恐惧长成巨忧，巨爱也随之而生。

伶王。 说真的，我得离开你了，爱妻，为时不远了：
我那管用的肌体将渐次失其功用：
你将留在这美好的人间，受着
尊敬，受人爱慕，或许还会遇上一个
同样体贴的丈夫——

伶后。 啊，堵住那话头。
那样一种爱在我胸中必是叛逆。
让我嫁第二个丈夫，就让我受尽诅咒！
再嫁的，不是为夫弑夫的人，还能有谁。

哈姆雷特。 〔旁白。〕苦艾，苦艾。

伶后。 叫人改嫁的种种因由
不过是鄙俗的盘算，全不是爱。
我杀我死去的丈夫第二遍，
要是第二个丈夫在床上吻我。

伶王。
我相信你现在说的是心中所想；
但我们定下的主意，往往自行打破。
决心不过是记忆的奴隶，
生得猛烈，却难以持久：
此刻像未熟的果子挂在枝头，
一旦成熟，不待摇动自会坠落。
最要紧的是，我们总会忘记
偿还那欠给自己的债务。
激情中我们对自己许下的愿，
待到激情消退，决心也跟着消散。
无论悲恸还是喜悦，其猛烈程度
都会在发作中将自己摧毁。
喜乐最狂之处，哀伤也最号啕；
哀伤转喜，喜乐转悲，只消纤芥之由。
这世界并非永恒；所以也不足为奇，
连我们的爱也随境遇一起变迁，
因为有个问题尚待我们去求证：
究竟是爱支配了运道，还是运道支配了爱。
大人物倒了，你看他宠信的人便纷纷散去，
穷光蛋发迹了，连仇敌也变成朋友；
至此，爱都是追逐着运道走的：
因为不缺什么的人永远不会缺少朋友，
而困顿中人若去试探那虚情假意的朋友，
立刻就会把他催化成仇敌。
但要把话头拉回到我起头的地方，
我们的意愿与命运如此背道而驰，
以至于我们的盘算总被推翻。
念头是我们的，念头的结局却不由我们作主。
所以你想，你绝不会再嫁第二个丈夫，
可等你的第一任丈夫一死，那念头也就死了。

伶后。
那就让她不给我食粮，天不给我光，
让白昼和黑夜都锁住我的嬉戏与安歇，
让我的信托与盼望都化作绝望，
让我的天地只剩牢狱中隐士的那一点慰藉，
让所有与欢颜相克的物事，
都来阻挠我愿其成功的事，把它毁掉！
无论在此处还是彼处，让永无休止的争斗追逼我，
倘若一旦做了寡妇，我又再去做妻子！

哈姆雷特。
〔对奥菲莉娅。〕她要是现在又把它打破了怎么办。

伶王。
这誓发得够重了。亲爱的，且让我在这里歇一会儿。
我的精神愈来愈倦，我倒想用睡眠
消磨这乏味的时光。
〔入睡。〕

伶后。
愿睡眠摇着你的脑海，
你我之间永远不要生出什么不幸。

〔下。〕

哈姆雷特。
母后，您觉得这出戏怎么样？

王后。
我觉得那女人表白得太过火了。

哈姆雷特。
哦，但她会说到做到的。

国王。
你听过这出戏的情节了吗？里面没有什么冒犯之处吧？

哈姆雷特。
没有，没有，他们不过是开开玩笑，毒药也是闹着玩的；半点儿冒犯也没有。

国王。
这出戏叫什么名字？

哈姆雷特。

《捕鼠机》。怎么说呢？巧喻暗合。这出戏演的是维也纳发生的一桩谋杀。公爵名叫贡扎果，他的妻子叫巴普蒂丝妲：你们马上就会看到；这是一出刁钻的戏，可那又怎样？陛下，以及我们这些问心无愧的人，看了也不会刺痛。让被擦伤的马儿闪避吧；我们的肩胛骨毫无伤痛。

〔路西安纳斯上。〕
这位是路西安纳斯，国王的侄子。

奥菲莉娅。

殿下，您真是一位好伴唱。

哈姆雷特。

倘若我能看见你们那木偶戏里的打情骂俏，我倒可以替您跟您的爱人做个通译。

奥菲莉娅。

您的舌头太利了，殿下，太利了。

哈姆雷特。

您要是想把我的锋芒磨钝，可得疼得呻吟几声。

奥菲莉娅。

妙语越发不堪了。

哈姆雷特。

你们嫁丈夫，不也正是这样以优当劣吗。——开始吧，凶手。见鬼，收起你那套可憎的嘴脸，开始吧。来呀，那聒噪的乌鸦正厉声高喊着复仇。

路西安纳斯。

心思狠毒，手段迅捷，药力精准，时机恰当，天时助虐，更无旁人在场；你由午夜的莠草熬炼而成的秽物，经赫卡忒的三重咒诅，三次侵染，你天生的魔法与可怕的效用，立刻就将健全的生命强夺了去。

〔把毒药倒入熟睡者的耳中。〕

哈姆雷特。

他在花园里毒死了他，为的是谋取他的产业。那人名叫贡扎果。故事流传至今，用的是极其精粹的意大利文写就。你们马上就能看见，那凶手是如何博得了贡扎果妻子的欢心。

奥菲莉娅。

国王站起来了。

哈姆雷特。

怎么，被空枪的虚火吓着了？

王后。

陛下怎么样了？

波洛涅斯。

停戏。

国王。

给我拿火把来。走。

众人。

火把，火把，火把。

〔除哈姆雷特与霍拉旭外，众人同下。〕

哈姆雷特。

让那受伤的鹿去哭泣吧， 未遭伤损的雄鹿自可嬉戏； 因为有人必须值守，有人不妨安睡， 世道就是这样运转。
先生，要是连这个戏，再加上一大片羽毛的装饰——倘若我的命运剩下那些全都背叛了我，跟我翻了脸——再穿上我那开了口的鞋子上缀着两枚普罗旺斯的绢花，难道还不能在一群戏班里谋个合伙的营生吗？

霍拉旭。

可以挣半份股份。

哈姆雷特。

我要整整一份。
因为你知道，亲爱的达蒙， 这国邦本来归 朱庇特亲自掌管，如今在此当政的 却是个十足，十足的——孔雀。

霍拉旭。

您本可以押上韵的。

哈姆雷特。

啊，好霍拉旭，我对鬼魂的话，哪怕拿一千镑来打赌也绝不含糊。你察觉到了吗？

霍拉旭。

看得非常清楚，殿下。

哈姆雷特。

就在提及下毒的时候？

霍拉旭。

我把他看得真切极了。

哈姆雷特。
哈，哈！来，奏乐。来，吹笛子的。
要是国王不喜欢这出喜剧，
那嘛，想必他是不喜欢，的的确确。
来，奏乐。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞上。

吉尔登斯吞。
好殿下，请容我跟您说句话。

哈姆雷特。
先生，讲一整段历史都行。

吉尔登斯吞。
国王，殿下——

哈姆雷特。
嗯，先生，他怎么了？

吉尔登斯吞。
他退到内室去了，心情异常暴躁。

哈姆雷特。
喝酒喝的，先生？

吉尔登斯吞。
不，殿下，是胆汁上涌。

哈姆雷特。
你这聪明劲儿，应该更丰厚些，把这番话去告诉医生才是，要我去给他泻火，只怕反会把他激得更暴躁。

吉尔登斯吞。
好殿下，请把您的话理出个头绪来，别这么疯疯癫癫地岔开我的正事。

哈姆雷特。
我服帖了，先生，请说吧。

吉尔登斯吞。
王后，您的母亲，心中万分难过，差我来见您。

哈姆雷特。
你倒是受欢迎。

吉尔登斯吞。
不，好殿下，这份客气可不对味儿。要是您肯给我一个清醒的答复，我就去完成您母亲的差遣；要是不肯，那就请您恕罪，我这就回去，我的公事便算到此为止。

哈姆雷特。
先生，我不能。

吉尔登斯吞。
不能什么，殿下？

哈姆雷特。
给你一个清醒的答复。我的心智有病。不过，先生，我能给出的答复，你尽管吩咐，或者按你说的，我母亲的吩咐。所以别多说了，谈正事吧。你说，我母亲——

罗森格兰兹。
那她这样说：您的举动把她吓呆了，也让她惊异万分。

哈姆雷特。
哦，好一个神奇的儿子，竟能让母亲这般惊呆！不过，这位母亲的惊异之后，难道没有后续跟着来吗？

罗森格兰兹。
她希望您在上床之前到她房里去谈谈。

哈姆雷特。
我们遵命，就算她是我们十倍的母亲。你还有什么生意要跟我们做吗？

罗森格兰兹。
殿下，您从前可是爱我的。

哈姆雷特。
我现在还是，凭我这双扒儿手起誓。

罗森格兰兹。
好殿下，您心里不痛快的原因是什么？您若是把心事瞒着朋友，无异于亲手锁上自己自由的大门。

哈姆雷特。
先生，我少了进身之阶。

罗森格兰兹。
这怎么可能，您不是有国王亲口许诺，要立您为丹麦王位的继承人吗？

哈姆雷特。
唉，先生，可惜“草长马饿”——这句谚语有点发霉了。

〔众伶人持笛子上。〕

哈姆雷特。
哦，是竖笛。让我看看一支。——把你拉到一边，你为什么要绕到我的上风头，好像非要把我赶进罗网才甘心？

吉尔登斯吞。
啊，殿下，如果我太放肆，那是因为我的忠心太不知礼数了。

哈姆雷特。
这话我不大明白。你愿不愿意吹吹这管笛子？

吉尔登斯吞。
殿下，我不会。

哈姆雷特。
我求你。

吉尔登斯吞。
相信我，我真的不会。

哈姆雷特。
我恳求你。

吉尔登斯吞。
我碰都没碰过，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
这跟撒谎一样容易：用你的手指和拇指按住这些音孔，用嘴给它送气，它就会吐出最雄辩的音乐。你看，这些就是按孔。

吉尔登斯吞。
可是这些孔我无法指挥它们发出和谐的乐音。我没有这个本事。

哈姆雷特。
嘿，你现在瞧瞧，你把我看成了多么下贱的东西！你想弹弄我；你装得好像摸透了我的音孔；你想挖出我心里的秘密；你想把我从最低音到最高音都试探一遍；而在这小小的乐器里，有的是音乐，有的是绝妙的声音，可你偏让它发不出声来。天哪，你以为我比一根笛子更容易让人弹弄吗？随便你管我叫什么乐器，就算你能把我按出格子，你也弹弄不了我。

〔波洛涅斯上。〕

上帝保佑您，先生。

波洛涅斯。
殿下，王后要跟您说话，立刻就要。

哈姆雷特。
你看见那边那朵云了吗，形状差不多像一头骆驼？

波洛涅斯。
老天，真像，确实像一头骆驼。

哈姆雷特。
我觉得它像一只黄鼠狼。

波洛涅斯。
脊背拱起来，像一只黄鼠狼。

哈姆雷特。
或者像一头鲸鱼。

波洛涅斯。
真像一头鲸鱼。

哈姆雷特。
那么我这就到我母亲那儿去。——他们把我愚弄得够了。——我这就去。

波洛涅斯。
我就这么回话。

〔下。〕

哈姆雷特。
“这就去”说了也容易。走吧，朋友们。

〔除哈姆雷特外均下。〕

现在正是夜里最妖异的时刻，
坟园张口哈欠，地狱自身也朝
人间喷出毒瘴。此刻我能喝滚烫的血，
能做出那样惨厉的事，白天瞧见
都会发抖。轻些，此刻去见母亲。
心啊，别失了你本来的天性；绝不让
尼禄式的灵魂钻进这坚定的胸膛：
让我残忍，但不要丧失天伦。
我要用匕首般的话刺她，却不用真匕首；
我的舌头和灵魂在此时都得做伪君子。
无论我言语上怎样痛责她，
我的灵魂啊，绝不许把它们落印成真。

〔下。〕

SCENE III. A room in the Castle.

Enter King, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KING.
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you,
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you.
The terms of our estate may not endure
Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.

GUILDENSTERN.
We will ourselves provide.
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your Majesty.

ROSENCRANTZ.
The single and peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from ’noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw
What’s near it with it. It is a massy wheel
Fix’d on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortis’d and adjoin’d; which when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boist’rous ruin. Never alone
Did the King sigh, but with a general groan.

KING.
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.

ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
We will haste us.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

Enter Polonius.

POLONIUS.
My lord, he’s going to his mother’s closet.
Behind the arras I’ll convey myself
To hear the process. I’ll warrant she’ll tax him home,
And as you said, and wisely was it said,
’Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o’erhear
The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege,
I’ll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.

KING.
Thanks, dear my lord.

[Exit Polonius.]

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t,—
A brother’s murder! Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother’s blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what’s in prayer but this twofold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon’d being down? Then I’ll look up.
My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!
That cannot be; since I am still possess’d
Of those effects for which I did the murder,—
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon’d and retain th’offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But ’tis not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compell’d
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free,
Art more engag’d! Help, angels! Make assay:
Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
All may be well.

[Retires and kneels.]

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.
And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I reveng’d. That would be scann’d:
A villain kills my father, and for that
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
’Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng’d,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season’d for his passage? No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage,
Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in’t,
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn’d and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

[Exit.]

The King rises and advances.

KING.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

[Exit.]

第三场：城堡中一室

〔国王、罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞上。〕

国王。
我不喜欢他，由他疯癫横行，对我们也不安全。因此你们准备着，我即刻签发委任文书，他随你们同赴英格兰。我邦国的体面，不能容忍这日益逼近的危险，它时时从他的狂乱中滋长。

吉尔登斯吞。
我们会自己准备。怀着最神圣虔诚的戒惧之心，来保全那无数倚仗陛下为生的众多生灵。

罗森格兰兹。
每一个单薄的生命，都会倾尽心灵的全部力量和甲胄来保卫自身免受伤害；更何况那维系着无数人福祉与安泰的灵魂呢。君主的崩殂不独是自身的终结；它像一个深渊，会把周围的一切都卷进去。它是一只巨大的轮子，安放在最高山峰的顶峰，那巨大的辐条上榫接着千万件琐屑之物；当它坠落时，每一件微小的附庸、细碎的后果，都随之同归于轰然的毁灭。君王从不曾独自叹息，身后必有万民的悲鸣。

国王。
请你们打点起来，从速起程吧；我们要给这恐惧上脚镣，它现在未免太通行无阻了。

罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞。
我们就去赶紧办理。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞下。〕

〔波洛涅斯上。〕

波洛涅斯。
主上，他正到他母亲的密室里去。我要躲在挂毯后面，听他们交谈。我敢担保，她准会把他好好教训一顿。正如您所说，而且说得极是明智，单凭一个母亲还不够，女人天性偏袒，总得另有旁人从旁偷听这有利的交谈才好。再会，主上，在您就寝之前我再来谒见，把我的所闻禀告。

国王。
多谢，亲爱的御臣。

〔波洛涅斯下。〕

克劳狄斯。
啊，我的罪恶冲天，臭气熏天，
它背着那最初最古老的诅咒，——
谋害亲兄！我祷告也不能，
虽然想祷告的念头跟意志一样强烈：
我的重罪压倒了我的强愿，
就像一个人身兼两件急务，
我愣着，不知先做哪一件好，
结果一件也没做。就算这双可诅咒的手
让兄弟的血浸得比本身还厚，
难道仁慈的上天就没有足够的雨水
能把它洗得洁白如雪吗？慈悲有什么用，
不就是要直面罪恶的面孔？
祷告，不就有两重力量，
或是让我们在堕落之前就被拦住，
或是堕落之后得到赦免？那么我该举目仰望。
我的过错已成过去。可是，唉！什么样的祷告
才能算我合宜？“饶恕我凶残的杀人罪”？
那不行；因为我还占有着
诱我杀人的那些果实，──
我的王冠、我的野心，和我的王后。
人能得了饶恕而仍然保留着罪孽吗？
在这败坏的人世，
罪恶镀金的手尽可以推开正义，
常见的是凭借犯罪的利益
把法律收买。但在天上却不是这样；
那里没法推诿，那里一举一动
都得显露本相，而我们自己不得不
对着我们罪孽的牙齿和额角，
当庭出证。那怎么办？还能做什么？
试试忏悔有什么办法。有什么是它做不到的？
但如果一个人不能忏悔，它又能怎样？
啊，可怜的光景！啊，像死一样乌黑的胸膛！
啊，浸透了胶的灵魂，越想挣扎摆脱，
越粘得牢！帮我，天使们！让我试吧：
弯曲，倔强的膝盖；铁索般缠绕的心，
像初生婴孩的筋脉一般软下来吧！
也许一切还都能变好。

〔退后跪下。〕

哈姆雷特上。

哈姆雷特。
现在正好下手，他正祷告；
我现在就动手。这样他上天堂去了；
我也算报了仇。那可得斟酌：
一个恶棍杀了我父亲，为此，
我这独子，却把这恶棍送上
天堂。啊，这简直是酬劳，不是报仇。
他杀我父亲时，父亲正饱食终日，
罪孽盛放，如五月般丰腴；
除了上天，谁知道他那些罪孽怎么结算？
但按我们这世间的境况和想法，
他那些罪孽是沉重的。那么，我算是报了仇吗，
在他洗涤灵魂的时候把他干掉，
正当他准备好了、适于启程？不。
收起来，剑，去等一个更可怕的时机：
等他喝醉了睡死，或者盛怒之中，
或者在他那乱伦的床笫之乐里，
在赌博、赌咒发誓，或是在干些什么
没有半点得救指望的事情的时候，
这时绊倒他，让他脚跟朝天踢向穹苍，
让他的灵魂像地狱一样漆黑堕入地狱。
我母亲在等我。这剂药只是延长你病恹恹的日子罢了。

〔下。〕

〔国王站起，前行。〕

国王。
我的言语飞升，我的心思滞留地下；
没有心思的言语永远上不了天堂。

〔下。〕

SCENE IV. Another room in the Castle.

Enter Queen and Polonius.

POLONIUS.
He will come straight. Look you lay home to him,
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your Grace hath screen’d and stood between
Much heat and him. I’ll silence me e’en here.
Pray you be round with him.

HAMLET.
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother.

QUEEN.
I’ll warrant you, Fear me not.
Withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius goes behind the arras.]

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Now, mother, what’s the matter?

QUEEN.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

HAMLET.
Mother, you have my father much offended.

QUEEN.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

HAMLET.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

QUEEN.
Why, how now, Hamlet?

HAMLET.
What’s the matter now?

QUEEN.
Have you forgot me?

HAMLET.
No, by the rood, not so.
You are the Queen, your husband’s brother’s wife,
And, would it were not so. You are my mother.

QUEEN.
Nay, then I’ll set those to you that can speak.

HAMLET.
Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge.
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.

QUEEN.
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!

POLONIUS.
[Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help!

HAMLET.
How now? A rat? [Draws.]
Dead for a ducat, dead!

[Makes a pass through the arras.]

POLONIUS.
[Behind.] O, I am slain!

[Falls and dies.]

QUEEN.
O me, what hast thou done?

HAMLET.
Nay, I know not. Is it the King?

[Draws forth Polonius.]

QUEEN.
O what a rash and bloody deed is this!

HAMLET.
A bloody deed. Almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king and marry with his brother.

QUEEN.
As kill a king?

HAMLET.
Ay, lady, ’twas my word.—
[To Polonius.] Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune,
Thou find’st to be too busy is some danger.—
Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not braz’d it so,
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

QUEEN.
What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

HAMLET.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there. Makes marriage vows
As false as dicers’ oaths. O such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven’s face doth glow,
Yea this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

QUEEN.
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

HAMLET.
Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow,
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill:
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
This was your husband. Look you now what follows.
Here is your husband, like a mildew’d ear
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure that sense
Is apoplex’d, for madness would not err
Nor sense to ecstacy was ne’er so thrall’d
But it reserv’d some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was’t
That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.

QUEEN.
O Hamlet, speak no more.
Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.

HAMLET.
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew’d in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty.

QUEEN.
O speak to me no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet.

HAMLET.
A murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord. A vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket!

QUEEN.
No more.

HAMLET.
A king of shreds and patches!—

Enter Ghost.

Save me and hover o’er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

QUEEN.
Alas, he’s mad.

HAMLET.
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps’d in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O say!

GHOST.
Do not forget. This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But look, amazement on thy mother sits.
O step between her and her fighting soul.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.

HAMLET.
How is it with you, lady?

QUEEN.
Alas, how is’t with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

HAMLET.
On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares,
His form and cause conjoin’d, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.—Do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects. Then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

QUEEN.
To whom do you speak this?

HAMLET.
Do you see nothing there?

QUEEN.
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

HAMLET.
Nor did you nothing hear?

QUEEN.
No, nothing but ourselves.

HAMLET.
Why, look you there! look how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv’d!
Look where he goes even now out at the portal.

[Exit Ghost.]

QUEEN.
This is the very coinage of your brain.
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.

HAMLET.
Ecstasy!
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
That I have utter’d. Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven,
Repent what’s past, avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

QUEEN.
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

HAMLET.
O throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night. But go not to mine uncle’s bed.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence. The next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either curb the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night,
And when you are desirous to be bles’d,
I’ll blessing beg of you. For this same lord
[Pointing to Polonius.]
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas’d it so,
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.

QUEEN.
What shall I do?

HAMLET.
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed,
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn’d fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. ’Twere good you let him know,
For who that’s but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house’s top,
Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep
And break your own neck down.

QUEEN.
Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

HAMLET.
I must to England, you know that?

QUEEN.
Alack,
I had forgot. ’Tis so concluded on.

HAMLET.
There’s letters seal’d: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d,—
They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For ’tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petard, and ’t shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon. O, ’tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing.
I’ll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed, this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.

[Exit Hamlet dragging out Polonius.]

第四场：城堡中另一室

〔王后与波洛涅斯上。〕

波洛涅斯。
他马上就来。您可得对他严厉，
告诉他，他那些胡闹实在太过分，难以容忍，
全靠您王后殿下给他挡着，替他隔开了
许多火头。我就在这儿不作声了。
请您务必对他直截了当。

哈姆雷特。
〔在内。〕母亲，母亲，母亲！

王后。
我向你保证，不必担心。
躲好，我听见他来了。

〔波洛涅斯躲到挂帘后面。〕

〔哈姆雷特上。〕

哈姆雷特。
好了，母亲，什么事？

王后。
哈姆雷特，你大大得罪了你的父亲。

哈姆雷特。
母亲，您大大得罪了我的父亲。

王后。
好了，好了，你用空话来搪塞。

哈姆雷特。
去吧，去吧，您用恶舌头来盘问。

王后。
咦，怎么了，哈姆雷特？

哈姆雷特。
到底什么事？

王后。
你忘记我是谁了吗？

哈姆雷特。
没有，凭十字架起誓，没有忘。
您是王后，您丈夫的弟弟的妻子；
而且——但愿不是这样——您是我的母亲。

王后。
那好，我去叫那些能跟你说话的人来。

哈姆雷特。
来，来，您给我坐下，一动也不许动。
您别想走，等我给您立一面镜子，
让您去看看自己灵魂最深处的样子。

王后。
你要干什么？你不是要杀我吧？
救命，救命，来啊！

波洛涅斯。
〔帘后。〕怎么，喂！救命，救命，救命！

哈姆雷特。
怎么？一只耗子？〔拔剑。〕
赌一个金币，死啦，死啦！

〔向挂毯刺去。〕

波洛涅斯。
〔幕后。〕啊，我完啦！
〔倒地死去。〕

王后。
哎呀，你干了什么？

哈姆雷特。
我不知道。是国王吗？
〔拖出波洛涅斯的尸体。〕

王后。
哦，多么鲁莽而血腥的行为！

哈姆雷特。
血腥的行为。差不多一样坏，好母亲，
如同杀了一位国王，又嫁给他的兄弟。

王后。
如同杀了一位国王？

哈姆雷特。
没错，夫人，这是我的原话。——
〔对波洛涅斯。〕你这可怜、鲁莽、多管闲事的傻瓜，永别了！
我把你当成了你的上司。认命吧，
你该发现爱管闲事是危险的。——
别再绞你的手了。安静，坐下来，
让我绞你的心，我就要这样做，
只要你的心是用可穿透的材料做成；
只要那该诅咒的习惯还没有把它铸成铜墙铁壁，
使它刀枪不入，对理智的穿透毫无感应。

王后。
我做了什么，你竟敢鼓起舌头
这样粗鲁地对我喧嚷？

哈姆雷特。
那样一桩行为，
它玷污了端庄的优雅和娇羞的红晕，
把美德叫作伪善，从纯洁恋情的
美丽额头上摘下玫瑰，
打上一个脓疮的烙印。使婚姻的誓言
变得像赌徒的赌咒一样虚假。哦，这样一桩行为，
它从婚约的躯壳里抽走
灵魂，让甜蜜的宗教变成
一堆胡言乱语。上天满面通红，
是的，这坚实的大块世界，
带着悲哀的面容，仿佛面对末日审判，
都因这行为而忧思成疾。

王后。
唉呀，是什么行为，
还没开场就这样咆哮雷鸣？

哈姆雷特。
你来看看这幅画像，再看看这一幅，
这是两个兄弟的肖像。
你看，这眉宇间是何等的风仪，
许珀里翁的鬈发，约夫本人的额头，
一双马尔斯般的眼睛，威震四方，令行禁止，
那身姿就像神使墨丘利
刚刚落在一座吻天的高冈上：
真是一副集大成的仪表，
仿佛每一位天神都在上面盖了印，
向世人担保这才算一个男子汉。
这是你从前的丈夫。现在你再看看后来的。
这是你现在的丈夫，像一株霉烂的穗子，
把他健旺的兄弟摧折。你有眼睛吗？
你怎能离开这座秀美的山，不再取食，
却跑到这片荒沼上来狼吞虎咽？哈！你有眼睛吗？
你不能管这个叫爱情；因为到了你这把年纪，
血液中的亢奋早已驯顺，早已卑微，
事事听候判断的差遣：可判断
又怎么会从这一个走到那一个？你当然还有知觉，
否则你就不会有行动；可这知觉
一定是瘫痪了，因为疯狂也不至于如此错乱，
知觉也从不曾被癫狂这样完全钳制，
它总会保留一点点选择的余地，
足以分辨这样大的差别。是什么魔鬼
在你捉迷藏的时候这样蒙住了你？
有眼睛而没有感觉，有感觉而没有视力，
有耳朵而没有手眼，有嗅觉而一切全无，
要不然，只要是真实感官中有一丝病弱，
也不至于这样昏聩糊涂。噢，可耻！你的羞红在哪里？
悖逆的地狱啊，
你若是能在一位妇人的骨髓里造反，
那么对于烈火似的少年，贞节只好变成蜡，
在自己所烧起的烈焰里熔化。既然霜雪本身
也会同样猛烈地燃烧，理智反倒替欲望拉纤，
那就别再谈什么羞耻了，
当那无法抑制的情欲发出号令的时候。

王后。
噢，哈姆雷特，别再说了。
你把我的眼睛转向了我的灵魂，
我在那里看见了那么多漆黑扎挣的斑点，
它们的颜色再也褪不掉了。

哈姆雷特。
不，还要说，就住在
那张油汗浸透、腻成一团的床笫里，
泡在腐臭里，在那肮脏的猪圈上
甜言蜜语，寻欢作爱——

王后。
噢，别再对我说了；
这些话像一把把匕首扎进我耳朵；
别说了，好哈姆雷特。

哈姆雷特。
一个杀人犯，一个恶棍，
一个抵不上你从前那位主人
二十分之一的十分之一的奴才；一个冒充国王的小丑，
一个从帝国和治权里扒窃的小偷，
竟从架子上偷走了那顶珍贵的王冠，
塞进了自己的口袋！

王后。
别说了。

哈姆雷特。
一个破烂布片拼凑的国王——

〔鬼魂上场。〕

哈姆雷特。
天上的守护神明啊，快用你们的翅膀庇护我，罩在我头上吧！
你这位尊贵的形体想要什么？

王后。
唉呀，他真的疯了。

哈姆雷特。
您来不是要责备您迁延的儿子吗？
他虚度了光阴和热情，任由
您那威严命令的重要关头溜走。
哦，您说！

鬼魂。
不要忘记。我此番来访
不过是要砥砺你那几乎磨钝的志向。
可是瞧，惊惶正盘踞在你母亲脸上。
哦，站到她和那挣扎的灵魂之间去。
意念在脆弱的躯体中作动最烈。
跟她说话，哈姆雷特。

哈姆雷特。
您怎么了，夫人？

王后。
唉，是你自己怎么了？
你怎么盯着虚空发愣，
对着缥缈的空气侃侃而谈？
你的狂乱眼神从你眼里野性地窥望，
就像熟睡的兵士听到了警号，
你平伏的头发，像尸骸上的余命，
骤然竖起，直挺挺地站着。哦，好儿子，
在你燥热狂乱的火焰上
洒几滴清凉的镇定吧。你在瞧什么？

哈姆雷特。
瞧他，瞧他！你看他脸色多苍白，
他的形状和他的冤情结合着，对石头说教，
石头也会动容。——不要那样看着我，
只怕你那凄楚的模样会扭转
我铁石的决定。那样我要做的事
便会失去真色；流出的也许是泪，不是血。

王后。
你这话是对谁说的？

哈姆雷特。
你什么也没看见吗？

王后。
什么也没有；然而我看见了眼前一切。

哈姆雷特。
你也什么没听见吗？

王后。
没有，除了我们自己的话，什么也没有。

哈姆雷特。
嗨，你看那儿！你看他悄然离去！
我的父亲，穿着他生前惯穿的衣裳！
你看，他此刻正从门口走出去。

〔鬼魂下。〕

王后。
这全是你脑子凭空铸造出来的。
这种虚渺的幻象，心神狂乱
最是擅长制造。

哈姆雷特。
心神狂乱！
我的脉搏跟你一样，节律平稳地跳动，
发出同样健康的乐音。我说出的
并不是疯话。你考问我好了，
我会把话重新说清；疯话只会
颠三倒四。母亲，为了恩慈的上帝，
不要用那种谄媚的膏油涂抹你的灵魂，
说这一切不是你的罪过在说话，而是我的疯狂。
那只会像一层薄皮遮盖溃烂的患处，
而内部的腐败却在四下蔓延，
无形地溃蚀。你该向天自首，
追悔过去，戒慎未来；
不要把肥料撒在野草上，
让它们越发茂盛。请原谅我这番劝诫；
因为在当今这肥腻虚浮的时代，
美德反而要向罪恶讨饶，
甚至要弯腰恳求，获准去帮他改善。

王后。
哦，哈姆雷特，你把我的心劈成两半了。

哈姆雷特。
那就把那毒疮似的东西扔弃，
守着那另一半，活得更干净。
晚安吧。可别到我叔父的床上。
你即使没有美德，也权且装出来。
那怪物似的习惯，吞噬一切知觉，
溺爱邪恶成性，却也有这点好处：
它对于美善正当的行为举止，
同样会送上一件外衣或号衣，
让人轻易穿上身。今晚你节制，
就会让你下一次的节制
来得轻松几分。再下一次更轻松；
因为习惯几乎能改换天生的印记，
它能制服魔鬼，或用惊人的力量
把他赶走。再一次，晚安，
等到你心里想要人来祝福你，
我便求你祝福我。对于这位大人，
〔指波洛涅斯。〕
我心里懊悔；可上天乐意这样，
用他来罚我，又用我来罚他，
要我既当上天的鞭子，又当使者。
我来安顿他，也必为自己
置他于死这事承担后果。再一次，晚安。
我不得不残忍，只为能仁慈。
坏事就此开头，更坏的还留在后头。
还有句话，好夫人。

王后。
我该怎么办？

哈姆雷特。
我嘱咐你做的事，你千万别这样：
别让那臃肿的国王再引你上床，
淫邪地拧你的脸，唤你做他的小鼠儿；
别让他为了一双油腻腻的亲吻，
或是用他那可咒的手指在你颈上抚弄，
就哄得你把这事全抖出来——
说我这副模样压根儿不是真疯，
只是装疯。告诉他倒也好，
因为一个王后，美丽、清醒、聪明，
又怎能对一只癞蛤蟆、蝙蝠、公猫
藏起这么要紧的秘密？谁会这么做？
不，别管什么明智和守密，
倒不如爬到屋顶上，打开篮子，
放鸟儿飞去，再像那只著名的猴子，
想试试究竟，自己钻进了篮子，
一头栽下来，折断自家的脖子。

王后。
你放心，要是话由气息捏成，
气息靠着生命，我已经没有生命
来呼出你对我说过的任何一句话。

哈姆雷特。
我得去英格兰了，你晓得吧？

王后。
哎呀，
我忘了。这事就这么定了。

哈姆雷特。
信已封好。我那两个同学，
我信任他们就像信任长了毒牙的蝰蛇——
他们身负密令，定要为我扫清道路，
引我跳进奸计。由它去吧；
好玩的是那设炮的人
反被自己的炮轰上了天，只要我不
往他们的地雷下再挖深一码，
把他们炸到月亮上去，那才叫倒霉。哦，真甜啊，
两条诡计恰好撞在一根线上。
这家伙打发我动身。
我把这堆肠子拖进隔壁房间去。
母亲，晚安。真的，这位顾问
如今最安静、最隐秘、也最庄重，
他活着时却是个愚蠢多嘴的恶棍。
来吧，先生，让我跟您把账结清。
晚安，母亲。

〔哈姆雷特拖波洛涅斯下。〕