哈姆雷特（中文译本）

ACT IV

第四幕

SCENE I. A room in the Castle.

Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KING.
There’s matter in these sighs. These profound heaves
You must translate; ’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?

QUEEN.
Bestow this place on us a little while.

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out.]

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!

KING.
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

QUEEN.
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries ‘A rat, a rat!’
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.

KING.
O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there.
His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to everyone.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer’d?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt
This mad young man. But so much was our love
We would not understand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

QUEEN.
To draw apart the body he hath kill’d,
O’er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

KING.
O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed
We must with all our majesty and skill
Both countenance and excuse.—Ho, Guildenstern!

Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother’s closet hath he dragg’d him.
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

Come, Gertrude, we’ll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what’s untimely done, so haply slander,
Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison’d shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.

[Exeunt.]

第一场：城堡中一室

国王、王后、罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞上。

国王。
这些叹息里藏着事。这些深长的抽噎
你必须说明白；我们理当了解。
你的儿子在哪儿？

王后。
把这地方留给我们一会儿。

〔向罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞，二人下。〕

啊，我的好主公，今夜我看见了什么！

国王。
怎么了，乔特鲁德？哈姆雷特怎么样？

王后。
疯得像狂风与海浪，争竞着
究竟谁更猛烈。他在无法无天的狂乱中，
听见挂毯后有什么窸窣响动，
一下抽出剑，嚷着“耗子，耗子！”
在那种脑疯发作的恐惧中，
杀死了不见身形的善良老人。

国王。
哦，沉重的罪行！
假如我们在那儿，这事就会落在我们身上。
他的自由对所有人全是威胁；
对你本人，对我们，对每一个人。
唉，这桩血案可怎么交代？
责任一定会落到我们头上，我们的明智
本应把这不祥的疯少年
严加管束，拘禁起来。可是我们太爱他，
竟不愿理解最该做的事，
倒像害了恶疾的人，
为了不使病情泄漏，反让那病
吞噬到生命的髓心。他到哪儿去了？

王后。
去把他杀死的人拖开；
他的疯癫，就像一点纯金
藏在粗劣的矿石中，
就此显出了真纯。他为自己干下的事流泪。

国王。
哦，乔特鲁德，走吧！
太阳一挨到山巅，
我们马上就用船把他送走；而这桩凶行，
我们须凭全部的威严和手腕，
既包涵，又开脱。——喂，吉尔登斯吞！

罗森格兰兹及吉尔登斯吞重上。

两位朋友，去召集更多的人来相助：
哈姆雷特在疯狂中杀死了波洛涅斯，
并将他从母亲的内室拖走了。
去找他，好好说话，把尸体
抬到礼拜堂去。请你们赶紧去办。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞下。〕

来，乔特鲁德，我们要召集最明智的朋友们，
让他们知道我们打算做些什么，
也知道已发生的不幸之事，这样，那流言蜚语，
它那低语跨越世界的直径，
如同炮弹笔直射向靶心，
携带着毒弹飞驰，或许能错开我们的名字，
只击中那毫发无伤的空气。啊，走吧！
我的灵魂充满了纷乱与惊惶。

〔同下。〕

SCENE II. Another room in the Castle.

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Safely stowed.

ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
[Within.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

HAMLET.
What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

ROSENCRANTZ.
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

HAMLET.
Compounded it with dust, whereto ’tis kin.

ROSENCRANTZ.
Tell us where ’tis, that we may take it thence,
And bear it to the chapel.

HAMLET.
Do not believe it.

ROSENCRANTZ.
Believe what?

HAMLET.
That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded
of a sponge—what replication should be made by the son of a king?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

HAMLET.
Ay, sir; that soaks up the King’s countenance, his rewards, his
authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end: he
keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be
last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but
squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

ROSENCRANTZ.
I understand you not, my lord.

HAMLET.
I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

ROSENCRANTZ.
My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the King.

HAMLET.
The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King
is a thing—

GUILDENSTERN.
A thing, my lord!

HAMLET.
Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

[Exeunt.]

第二场：城堡中另一室

哈姆雷特上。

哈姆雷特。
藏妥了。

罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞。
〔在内。〕哈姆雷特！哈姆雷特殿下！

哈姆雷特。
什么声音？谁在叫哈姆雷特？哦，他们来了。

罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞上。

罗森格兰兹。
殿下，你把那尸体怎么样了？

哈姆雷特。
让它与泥土混为一体，它本就是泥土的亲族。

罗森格兰兹。
告诉我们它在哪里，我们好把它从那儿搬走，
抬到礼拜堂去。

哈姆雷特。
别信它。

罗森格兰兹。
信什么？

哈姆雷特。
信我能保守你们的秘密，却不能保守我自己的。况且，被一块海绵盘问——一个国王的儿子该怎样回答？

罗森格兰兹。
殿下，您把我当成一块海绵吗？

哈姆雷特。
是的，先生；一块吸满了国王的恩宠、赏赐和权力的海绵。不过，这类官员最终最能为国王效力：他就像猴子一样，把你们放在嘴角里，先含弄一番，最后才吞下去。当他需要你们搜刮来的东西时，只需把你们一挤，海绵啊，你们就又干了。

罗森格兰兹。
殿下，我不懂您的意思。

哈姆雷特。
我很高兴。狡猾的话在愚蠢的耳朵里睡大觉呢。

罗森格兰兹。
殿下，您必须告诉我们尸体在哪里，然后随我们去见国王。

哈姆雷特。
尸体与国王同在，但国王并不与尸体同在。国王是一件东西——

吉尔登斯吞。
一件东西，殿下！

哈姆雷特。
什么也不是的东西。带我去见他吧。藏狐狸，大家都来追。

〔同下。〕

SCENE III. Another room in the Castle.

Enter King, attended.

KING.
I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
He’s lov’d of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;
And where ’tis so, th’offender’s scourge is weigh’d,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are reliev’d,
Or not at all.

Enter Rosencrantz.

How now? What hath befall’n?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Where the dead body is bestow’d, my lord,
We cannot get from him.

KING.
But where is he?

ROSENCRANTZ.
Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.

KING.
Bring him before us.

ROSENCRANTZ.
Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.

Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.

KING.
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?

HAMLET.
At supper.

KING.
At supper? Where?

HAMLET.
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of
politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet.
We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service,—two dishes,
but to one table. That’s the end.

KING.
Alas, alas!

HAMLET.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the
fish that hath fed of that worm.

KING.
What dost thou mean by this?

HAMLET.
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts
of a beggar.

KING.
Where is Polonius?

HAMLET.
In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there,
seek him i’ th’other place yourself. But indeed, if you find him not
within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the
lobby.

KING.
[To some Attendants.] Go seek him there.

HAMLET.
He will stay till you come.

[Exeunt Attendants.]

KING.
Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,—
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done,—must send thee hence
With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th’associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.

HAMLET.
For England?

KING.
Ay, Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Good.

KING.
So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes.

HAMLET.
I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear
mother.

KING.
Thy loving father, Hamlet.

HAMLET.
My mother. Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one
flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England.

[Exit.]

KING.
Follow him at foot. Tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not; I’ll have him hence tonight.
Away, for everything is seal’d and done
That else leans on th’affair. Pray you make haste.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

And England, if my love thou hold’st at aught,—
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us,—thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process, which imports at full,
By letters conjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me. Till I know ’tis done,
Howe’er my haps, my joys were ne’er begun.

[Exit.]

第三场：城堡中另一室

国王上，有侍从随侍。

克劳狄斯。
我已派人去找他，寻找那具尸体。
放任此人逍遥法外，何其危险！
然而我们不能对他施以严刑，
他深受那些盲目的民众爱戴，
他们不凭理智，只凭眼睛去喜欢；
在这种情况下，人们衡量的是犯人的刑罚，
而从不考量罪行本身。为了使一切平稳妥帖，
这次突然送走他，必须显得
是深思熟虑后的决断。重症须用猛药，
方能得救，否则便无可救药。

〔罗森格兰兹上。〕

克劳狄斯。
怎么？出了什么事？

罗森格兰兹。
那尸体藏在何处，陛下，
我们无法从他口中问出。

克劳狄斯。
那他在哪儿？

罗森格兰兹。
在外面，陛下，有人看守，听候您的发落。

克劳狄斯。
带他到我面前来。

罗森格兰兹。
喂，吉尔登斯吞！把殿下带进来。

〔哈姆雷特与吉尔登斯吞上。〕

克劳狄斯。
哈姆雷特，波洛涅斯在哪儿？

哈姆雷特。
在吃晚饭。

克劳狄斯。
在吃晚饭？哪儿？

哈姆雷特。
不是他吃东西的地方，是他被吃的地方。一群精明的蛆虫正在开大会对付他呢。您看那蛆虫，才是饮食界独一无二的皇帝。我们喂肥了其他所有生灵，是为了喂肥我们自己，而我们喂肥自己，又是为了喂蛆虫。肥国王和瘦乞丐，不过是两道不同的菜——两张盘子，摆上同一张桌子。这就是结局。

克劳狄斯。
哎呀，哎呀！

哈姆雷特。
一个人可以用吃过国王的蛆虫去钓鱼，然后吃掉那条吃了蛆虫的鱼。

克劳狄斯。
你这是什么意思？

哈姆雷特。
没什么，只不过是想让您看看，一个国王如何能在乞丐的肚肠里巡游一番。

克劳狄斯。
波洛涅斯在哪儿？

哈姆雷特。
在天堂。你派人去那儿瞧瞧。要是你的使者在那儿找不到他，您不妨亲自去另一个地方找找。不过说实话，如果这个月之内您还找不到他，您上楼朝门厅走的时候，准能用鼻子闻出他来。

克劳狄斯。
〔对众侍从〕去那边找找。

哈姆雷特。
他会在那儿一直等到您来的。

〔众侍从下。〕

克劳狄斯。
哈姆雷特，你干的这件事，为了你自身的安全——
我们对此痛心不已，也正因此才顾及你的安危——
必须火速送你离开此地。所以，做好准备吧；
船已备好，风向正好，
随行人员都在等候，一切都已安排妥当，
前往英格兰。

哈姆雷特。
去英格兰？

克劳狄斯。
对，哈姆雷特。

哈姆雷特。
好。

克劳狄斯。
如果你知道我们的用意，你也会觉得好。

哈姆雷特。
我看见一个能看到这用意的小天使。可是，来吧；去英格兰！再会了，亲爱的母亲。

克劳狄斯。
是爱你的父亲，哈姆雷特。

哈姆雷特。
我的母亲。父亲和母亲是夫妻；夫妻本是一体；
所以，我的母亲。来吧，去英格兰。

〔下。〕

国王。
紧跟着他，催他立刻上船；
不可拖延；我今晚就要他离开。
走吧，因为与此事相关的一切
都已盖印办妥。请你们赶快。

〔罗森格兰兹与吉尔登斯吞下。〕

至于英格兰，倘若你还看重我的情谊，——
凭我强大的权力你该能体会到，
既然你身上的伤痕至今仍殷红未愈，
是丹麦刀剑所留，你心怀畏惧
向我们臣服，——你便不可冷然搁置
我的御旨，其中明白敕令，
有联署信函为此效力，
要将哈姆雷特立即处死。照办吧，英格兰；
因为他像热病般在我血液里肆虐，
你必须为我根治。在得知事成之前，
无论我景况如何，我都不曾快乐过。

〔下。〕

SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.

Enter Fortinbras and Forces marching.

FORTINBRAS.
Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promis’d march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his Majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.

CAPTAIN.
I will do’t, my lord.

FORTINBRAS.
Go softly on.

[Exeunt all but the Captain.]

Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern &c.

HAMLET.
Good sir, whose powers are these?

CAPTAIN.
They are of Norway, sir.

HAMLET.
How purpos’d, sir, I pray you?

CAPTAIN.
Against some part of Poland.

HAMLET.
Who commands them, sir?

CAPTAIN.
The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

HAMLET.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

CAPTAIN.
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

HAMLET.
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

CAPTAIN.
Yes, it is already garrison’d.

HAMLET.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw!
This is th’imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

CAPTAIN.
God b’ wi’ you, sir.

[Exit.]

ROSENCRANTZ.
Will’t please you go, my lord?

HAMLET.
I’ll be with you straight. Go a little before.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]

How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unus’d. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’event,—
A thought which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward,—I do not know
Why yet I live to say this thing’s to do,
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do’t. Examples gross as earth exhort me,
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff’d,
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour’s at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill’d, a mother stain’d,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.

[Exit.]

第四场：丹麦的一处平原

福丁布拉斯与行军中的军队上。

福丁布拉斯。
去，队长，替我向丹麦国王致意。
告诉他，依他所许，福丁布拉斯
请求获准率领他慨允的那支军队
借道穿过他的国境。地点你知道。
倘陛下有什么事情要用我们，
我们可以当面向他效劳；
让他知道这一点。

队长。
遵命，大人。

福丁布拉斯。
缓步前进。

〔除队长外均下。〕

哈姆雷特、罗森格兰兹、吉尔登斯吞等上。

哈姆雷特。
好先生，这是谁的军队？

队长。
是挪威的军队，先生。

哈姆雷特。
请问，他们是去打何处，先生？

队长。
去打波兰的某处地方。

哈姆雷特。
谁统率他们，先生？

队长。
老挪威王的侄儿，福丁布拉斯。

哈姆雷特。
这是直取波兰腹地，先生，
还是只去打某处边境？

队长。
说实话，一点不加粉饰，
我们是去争一小块土地，
那块地除了名分之外毫无利益。
让我出五枚，就五枚金币的租，我也不租它；
就是把它永久卖断，也不会给挪威
或是波兰人多添一分地价。

哈姆雷特。
啊，那么波兰人根本不会去守它。

队长。
不，那里早已驻了守军。

哈姆雷特。
两千条人命和两万枚金币
却还解决不了这根稻草的争端！
这是太多财富和太平酿出的脓疮，
从内部爆裂，外表却看不出
这人因何而死。我万分感谢您，先生。

队长。
上帝与您同在，先生。

〔下。〕

罗森格兰兹。
您请动身好吗，大人？

哈姆雷特。
我随后就来。你们先走一步。

〔除哈姆雷特外，众人下。〕

一切机缘都在指控我，
激励我迟钝的复仇。一个人算什么，
若他生命的主要好处和时光的用处
不过是吃和睡？一头畜生，仅此而已。
那赋予我们如此宏大的理性、
能瞻前顾后的神，给我们这能力
和如神般的理智，绝不是让它
在我们体内闲置发霉。如今，不知是
浑噩的兽性遗忘，还是某种怯懦的顾虑，
把事情的结果思虑得过于精确——
这念头，若剖开看，只有一分是智慧，
倒有三分是懦弱——我竟不知
为什么我还活着，说“这事该去做”，
既然我有理由、有意志、有力量、有办法
去完成它。像大地一样昭然的实例敦促着我，
看这支军队，如此庞大，如此耗费，
却由一位娇贵的年轻王子率领，
他精神昂扬，被神圣的雄心鼓胀，
对着那不可见的结局嗤之以鼻，
将凡俗无常的血肉之躯，
暴露给命运、死亡和危险的一切挑战，
就为一颗鸡蛋壳。真正的伟大，
并非在无足轻重的争端中决不动摇，
而是当荣誉攸关时，哪怕为一根稻草
也能豪迈地寻衅相争。那么，我算什么呢，
我有父亲被人杀害，母亲受人玷污，
这让我理智和热血都沸腾的刺激，
却让一切沉睡；而让我感到羞耻的是，
我眼睁睁看着两万人即将死去，
他们为了一场幻梦和虚名，
像上床安寝一般走向坟墓，为一块地盘而战，
那里小得连交战的人数都容纳不下，
甚至不够做埋骨之所
来掩埋阵亡的将士。啊，从今往后，
我的念头若非血腥，便一文不值。

〔下。〕

SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the Castle.

Enter Queen, Horatio and a Gentleman.

QUEEN.
I will not speak with her.

GENTLEMAN.
She is importunate, indeed distract.
Her mood will needs be pitied.

QUEEN.
What would she have?

GENTLEMAN.
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There’s tricks i’ th’ world, and hems, and beats her heart,
Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

QUEEN.
Let her come in.

[Exit Gentleman.]

To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Enter Ophelia.

OPHELIA.
Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?

QUEEN.
How now, Ophelia?

OPHELIA.
[Sings.]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.

QUEEN.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

OPHELIA.
Say you? Nay, pray you mark.
[Sings.]
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass green turf,
At his heels a stone.

QUEEN.
Nay, but Ophelia—

OPHELIA.
Pray you mark.
[Sings.]
White his shroud as the mountain snow.

Enter King.

QUEEN.
Alas, look here, my lord!

OPHELIA.
[Sings.]
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true-love showers.

KING.
How do you, pretty lady?

OPHELIA.
Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord, we
know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!

KING.
Conceit upon her father.

OPHELIA.
Pray you, let’s have no words of this; but when they ask you what it
means, say you this:
[Sings.]
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.

Then up he rose and donn’d his clothes,
And dupp’d the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.

KING.
Pretty Ophelia!

OPHELIA.
Indeed la, without an oath, I’ll make an end on’t.
[Sings.]
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do’t if they come to’t;
By Cock, they are to blame.

Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promis’d me to wed.
So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

KING.
How long hath she been thus?

OPHELIA.
I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose but
weep, to think they would lay him i’ th’ cold ground. My brother shall
know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach!
Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night.

[Exit.]

KING.
Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.

[Exit Horatio.]

O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father’s death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions. First, her father slain;
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick, and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius’ death; and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him. Poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts.
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father’s death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar’d,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.

[A noise within.]

QUEEN.
Alack, what noise is this?

KING.
Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

Enter a Gentleman.

What is the matter?

GENTLEMAN.
Save yourself, my lord.
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O’erbears your offices. The rabble call him lord,
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry ‘Choose we! Laertes shall be king!’
Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
‘Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.’

QUEEN.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

[A noise within.]

KING.
The doors are broke.

Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.

LAERTES.
Where is this king?—Sirs, stand you all without.

Danes.
No, let’s come in.

LAERTES.
I pray you, give me leave.

DANES.
We will, we will.

[They retire without the door.]

LAERTES.
I thank you. Keep the door. O thou vile king,
Give me my father.

QUEEN.
Calmly, good Laertes.

LAERTES.
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard;
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.

KING.
What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?—
Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
There’s such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.—Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incens’d.—Let him go, Gertrude:—
Speak, man.

LAERTES.
Where is my father?

KING.
Dead.

QUEEN.
But not by him.

KING.
Let him demand his fill.

LAERTES.
How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with.
To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds, I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I’ll be reveng’d
Most throughly for my father.

KING.
Who shall stay you?

LAERTES.
My will, not all the world.
And for my means, I’ll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

KING.
Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father’s death, is’t writ in your revenge
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser?

LAERTES.
None but his enemies.

KING.
Will you know them then?

LAERTES.
To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms;
And, like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Repast them with my blood.

KING.
Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father’s death,
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgement ’pear
As day does to your eye.

DANES.
[Within.] Let her come in.

LAERTES.
How now! What noise is that?

Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers.

O heat, dry up my brains. Tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye.
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits
Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
Nature is fine in love, and where ’tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

OPHELIA.
[Sings.]
They bore him barefac’d on the bier,
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny
And on his grave rain’d many a tear.—
Fare you well, my dove!

LAERTES.
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.

OPHELIA.
You must sing ‘Down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.’ O, how the
wheel becomes it! It is the false steward that stole his master’s
daughter.

LAERTES.
This nothing’s more than matter.

OPHELIA.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray love, remember. And
there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

LAERTES.
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

OPHELIA.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you; and here’s
some for me. We may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O you must wear
your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some
violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a
good end.
[Sings.]
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

LAERTES.
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

OPHELIA.
[Sings.]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan.
God ha’ mercy on his soul.

And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God b’ wi’ ye.

[Exit.]

LAERTES.
Do you see this, O God?

KING.
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me.
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.

LAERTES.
Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure burial,—
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,—
Cry to be heard, as ’twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call’t in question.

KING.
So you shall.
And where th’offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you go with me.

[Exeunt.]

第五场：艾尔西诺。城堡中的一间厅堂。

王后、霍拉旭及一绅士上。

王后。 我不愿同她说话。

绅士。 她执意求见，神志确实失常。
她的状态实在令人怜悯。

王后。 她想怎样？

绅士。 她念念不忘她的父亲；说她听说
这世间多有诡计，哼哼着，捶打胸口，
为一点小事忿忿不平，说话含糊，
前言不搭后语。她的言语毫无条理，
但那不成形的表达方式，
却引得聆者去拼凑揣测；他们琢磨着她的话，
把那些字句勉强补缀成各自以为的含义，
而凭她挤眉弄眼、点头示意，
真会让人觉得其中似乎透着心思，
虽极不确定，却满是不祥之意。
最好还是同她谈谈，因为她可能会在
那些心怀不良的人心中，播下危险的猜测。

王后。 让她进来罢。

〔绅士下。〕

在我这病态的灵魂看来，正如罪恶的本性一般，
每件小事都像是某场大祸的序幕。
负罪之感充满了拙劣的猜疑，
越是害怕败露，反倒自己败露出来。

〔奥菲莉娅上。〕

奥菲莉娅。
丹麦美貌的王后在哪里？

王后。
怎么了，奥菲莉娅？

奥菲莉娅。
〔唱。〕
我怎样能认出你的真心
与旁人不一样？
看他的朝圣帽与拄杖
还有那一双草凉鞋。

王后。
哎呀，好姑娘，这歌是什么意思？

奥菲莉娅。
您说呢？不，请您听好。
〔唱。〕
他死了，夫人，
他死了，走了，
他头前是一方青草皮，
脚后是一块石。

王后。
不，可是奥菲莉娅——

奥菲莉娅。
请您听好。
〔唱。〕
他的殓衣白得像山上的雪。

〔国王上。〕

王后。
哎呀，您瞧，夫君！

奥菲莉娅。
〔唱。〕
缀满了鲜花朵朵；
却没有带着真情的泪雨
随他同入坟墓。

国王。
你好吗，美丽的姑娘？

奥菲莉娅。
好，上帝赏您！人家说猫头鹰是面包师的女儿变的。主啊，我们知道
自己现在是什么，却不知道将来会变成什么。愿上帝与您同席！

国王。
她在念叨她的父亲。

奥菲莉娅。
求您，这件事咱们别提了；等到人家问您这是什么意思，您就这么说：
〔唱。〕
明天是圣瓦伦丁节，
早在一大清早，
我在你窗前做个姑娘，
来做你的情人。

他就起了床，穿上衣裳，
打开了卧房的门；
放进了姑娘，这姑娘出去时
再不是女儿身。

国王。
美丽的奥菲莉娅！

奥菲莉娅。
真的呢，不用赌咒，我这就把它唱完。
〔唱。〕
凭耶稣，凭仁爱圣徒，
哎呀，呸，真不要脸！
年轻男人只要逮着机会就会干；
凭天主，他们该受责难。

她说，在你推倒我之前，
你许过要娶我做妻。
他回答：我本来倒也会那么做，
要不是你先上我床来。

国王。
她这样子多久了？

奥菲莉娅。
我希望一切都会好的。我们得忍耐。可是我一想到他们要把他放进
冰凉的土里，我就忍不住掉泪。我哥哥一定会知道这件事。如此多谢
你们的好心劝告。来，我的马车！晚安，各位夫人；晚安，亲爱的
夫人们；晚安，晚安。

〔下。〕

国王。
紧跟着她；好好看住她，求你们了。

〔霍拉旭下。〕

啊，这正是深沉悲痛的毒害；它全都
源自她父亲的死。哦，乔特鲁德，乔特鲁德，
这哀痛是一个接着一个，不是单枪匹马地来，
而是成群结队。先是，她父亲被杀；
接着，你的儿子远去；而他正是
自己被迫离去的罪魁祸首；百姓们
对善良的波洛涅斯之死，心里糊涂，
议论纷纷，满是猜忌与恶意的流言；
而我们又做得何等轻率，
偷偷摸摸地将他下葬。可怜的奥菲莉娅
丧失了她自己与清明的神志，
没有神志，我们不过是画上的假人，或纯粹的禽兽。
最后，却也丝毫不亚于前几件，
她的哥哥暗中从法国归来，
沉浸在自己的疑虑里，终日云里雾里，
更不缺嗡嗡乱飞的饶舌之徒
在他耳中散播他父亲被害的恶毒言语，
这些流言，因为缺少事实，
定会毫不顾忌地当着众人的面
直接指斥我本人。哦，我亲爱的乔特鲁德，这一切，
就像一杆杀人炮，从四面八方
给我送来多余的死亡。

〔内喧嚷声。〕

王后。
哎呀，这是什么声音？

国王。
我的瑞士卫兵呢？叫他们把好门。

一绅士上。

什么事？

绅士。
快逃吧，陛下。
那海洋，越过了它的堤岸，
吞没平原的速度也没有这样迅猛，
年轻的雷欧提斯率领一伙暴徒，
冲垮了您的官吏。暴民都称他为王，
仿佛世界现在才刚开始，
旧制已被遗忘，古礼无人知晓——
而这些正是每一条法令的批准者与支柱——，
他们高喊：“我们来选举！雷欧提斯当国王！”
帽子、双手和舌头的喝彩声直冲云霄，
“雷欧提斯当国王，雷欧提斯国王！”

王后。
他们在假踪迹上叫得多欢快啊！
啊，你们走错了路，你们这些背信的丹麦狗！

〔内喧嚷声。〕

国王。
门被撞破了。

雷欧提斯全副武装上；丹麦人随上。

雷欧提斯。
那个国王在哪儿？——诸位，你们都站在外面。

丹麦人。
不，让我们进去。

雷欧提斯。
我请求你们，让我来吧。

丹麦人。
好，好。

〔他们退到门外。〕

雷欧提斯。
我谢谢你们。守住门。哦，你这混账国王，
把我父亲还来。

王后。
冷静些，好雷欧提斯。

雷欧提斯。
我若有一滴平静的血，我便是杂种；
是说我父亲戴了绿头巾的；是给我那洁身自好、
清白玉洁的亲生母亲额上，
就烙在这两眉之间，打上娼妇的烙印。

国王。
雷欧提斯，是什么缘故
让你的反叛看起来如此嚣张？——
放开他，乔特鲁德。不必为我的安全担心。
君王自有神威护体，
谋逆只能偷窥它妄想的目标，
难以施展它的手脚。——告诉我，雷欧提斯，
你为何如此激愤？——放开他，乔特鲁德：——
说吧，汉子。

雷欧提斯。
我父亲在哪儿？

国王。
死了。

王后。
但与他无关。

国王。
让他问个痛快。

雷欧提斯。
他是怎么死的？我可不受人愚弄。
忠君之心，去见鬼吧！誓言，交给最黑的魔鬼！
良心和恩典，滚进万丈深渊！
我不怕永世沉沦。我下定了决心，
两个世界，我全都抛在脑后，
该来的尽管来；我只求彻底地
为我的父亲报仇雪恨。

国王。
谁又能拦得住你？

雷欧提斯。
除非我自己罢手，这世上没人拦得住我。
至于我的办法，我自会精打细算，
用微薄之力，行长远之事。

国王。
好心的雷欧提斯，
你既然想知道你亲爱的父亲
究竟因何而死，难道在你的复仇里，
你要不分彼此，把朋友和仇敌、
赢家和输家，一股脑儿全卷进去？

雷欧提斯。
只找他的仇人。

国王。
你可愿知道他们是谁？

雷欧提斯。
对他的好友，我愿这样敞开双臂；
又像那舍命哺雏的鹈鹕，
用自己的鲜血去喂养他们。

国王。
嘿，此刻你说话
才像个孝顺的儿子和真正的绅士。
我不仅与令尊之死丝毫无涉，
而且为此深感痛心，
这一点，你的判断自会看得分明，
如同你的双眼看得见天光。

丹麦人。
〔在内。〕让她进来吧。

雷欧提斯。
怎么了！那是什么声音？

〔奥菲莉娅身穿奇装异服，头戴稻草和鲜花，再度上场。〕

哦，烈焰，烤干我的脑浆吧！比盐还咸七倍的泪水，
烧毁我双眼的感觉和功用吧！
苍天在上，你的疯狂定要被重重偿还，
直到天平在我们这边沉坠。哦，五月的玫瑰！
亲爱的姑娘，好妹妹，温柔的奥菲莉娅！
天哪，难道一个少女的神智
竟会像老人的生命一样脆弱消亡？
天性在爱中变得纤细，正因其纤细，
它才将自己最珍贵的一部分
献给了它心爱的事物。

奥菲莉娅。
〔唱。〕
他们抬着他露着脸躺在灵车上，
嘿呶呶呢，呶呢，嘿呶呢；
他的坟前落下了多少泪珠儿凉。——
再会吧，我的鸽子！

雷欧提斯。
你若是神智清醒，来劝说我复仇，
也不可能比这更打动人心。

奥菲莉娅。
你得唱“向下转呀转，你叫他转呀向下转”。哦，这纺轮配得多妙！就是那个假管家偷走了他主人的女儿。

雷欧提斯。
这虚无比有形的物事更有分量。

奥菲莉娅。
这是迷迭香，代表回忆；求你，亲爱的，记着吧。这是三色堇，代表思念。

雷欧提斯。
疯话里也有条理，思念与回忆恰好相配。

奥菲莉娅。
这茴香给你，还有漏斗花。这芸香给你；这儿也留些给我。礼拜天我们可以叫它忏悔草。哦，你戴芸香可得换个样儿。这儿有朵雏菊。我倒想给你些紫罗兰，可我父亲一死，它们全枯了。人家说他落了个好下场。
〔唱。〕
俊俏可爱的罗宾是我全部的欢欣。

雷欧提斯。
愁苦和磨难，激情，甚至地狱本身，
她都能化作美好与娇媚。

奥菲莉娅。
〔唱。〕
他再也不会回来了么？
他再也不会回来了么？
不，不，他死了，
去到你的死床上吧，
他再也不会回来了。

他的胡须白得像雪，
满头都是亚麻色的发。
他去了，他去了，
我们把哀哭丢开吧。
愿上帝怜悯他的灵魂。

也为所有基督徒的灵魂，我祈求上帝。上帝与你们同在。

〔下。〕

雷欧提斯。
上帝啊，您看见了吗？

国王。
雷欧提斯，我必须分担你的悲伤，
否则你便是拒绝给我权利。暂且走开，
从你那些最明智的朋友里随意挑几个人，
让他们在你我之间听审、裁决。
如果他们查到，无论是直接下手还是间接牵连，
我与这事有染，我们便将我们的王国、
我们的王冠、我们的性命以及凡属我们的一切，
全都献给你作为赔偿；但若不是这样，
你便得甘心把耐心借给我们，
我们便将与你的心志一同努力，
使它得到应有的平静。

雷欧提斯。
就这么办吧；
他被害的手段，他那草率的丧葬——
没有战利品、佩剑，也没有纹章悬在遗骨上方，
没有高贵的仪式，也没有排场的哀荣——
这一切从天到地都在高声呼喊，
要我把事情追究明白。

国王。
你只管追究。
让那利斧落在罪行所在之处罷。
我请你随我来。

〔同下。〕

SCENE VI. Another room in the Castle.

Enter Horatio and a Servant.

HORATIO.
What are they that would speak with me?

SERVANT.
Sailors, sir. They say they have letters for you.

HORATIO.
Let them come in.

[Exit Servant.]

I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors.

FIRST SAILOR.
God bless you, sir.

HORATIO.
Let him bless thee too.

FIRST SAILOR.
He shall, sir, and’t please him. There’s a letter for you, sir. It
comes from th’ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be
Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

HORATIO.
[Reads.] ‘Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these
fellows some means to the King. They have letters for him. Ere we were
two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled
valour, and in the grapple I boarded them. On the instant they got
clear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt
with me like thieves of mercy. But they knew what they did; I am to do
a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and
repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have
words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too
light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England:
of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.
He that thou knowest thine,
HAMLET.’

Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
And do’t the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.

[Exeunt.]

第六场：城堡中另一室

霍拉旭及一仆人上。

霍拉旭。
是谁要跟我说话？

仆人。
是几个水手，先生。他们说有信要交给您。

霍拉旭。
让他们进来。
〔仆人下。〕
我不知这世上除了哈姆雷特殿下之外，
还会有什么人写信问候我。

众水手上。

霍拉旭。 上帝保佑你，先生。

水手甲。 也愿他保佑你。

霍拉旭。 他会的，先生，如果他乐意。这儿有你一封信，先生。是那位前往英国的大使寄来的；如果你的名字是霍拉旭，我听说正是你。

霍拉旭。 〔读信。〕“霍拉旭，你阅过此信之后，请让来人设法去见国王。他们有要呈交他的信件。我们在海上才两天，便有一条全副武装的海盗船追赶我们。我们船速太慢，只得鼓起被迫的勇气；在接舷搏斗中，我跳上了他们的船。就在那一刹那，他们的船脱离了我们的船，我便独自成了他们的俘虏。他们待我，倒像是一伙慈悲的强盗；但他们很清楚自己在做什么：我得为他们做点好事。请让国王收下我送去的信，然后你以逃命般的速度前来见我。我有几句要紧话要对你耳语，会让你惊得说不出话；然而这些话还远不足以说明事情的沉重。这几位好心人会带你来我所在之处。罗森格兰兹和吉尔登斯吞继续向英格兰驶去了。关于他们，我有许多话要告诉你。再见。
　　你知心的朋友
　　哈姆雷特。”

来，我这就带你们去投递你们的信件，
而且越快越好，好让你们领我去见
那位托你们带信的人。

〔同下。〕

SCENE VII. Another room in the Castle.

Enter King and Laertes.

KING.
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursu’d my life.

LAERTES.
It well appears. But tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr’d up.

KING.
O, for two special reasons,
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew’d,
But yet to me they are strong. The Queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,—
My virtue or my plague, be it either which,—
She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him,
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too slightly timber’d for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim’d them.

LAERTES.
And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections. But my revenge will come.

KING.
Break not your sleeps for that. You must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
I lov’d your father, and we love ourself,
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine—

Enter a Messenger.

How now? What news?

MESSENGER.
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.
This to your Majesty; this to the Queen.

KING.
From Hamlet! Who brought them?

MESSENGER.
Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.
They were given me by Claudio. He receiv’d them
Of him that brought them.

KING.
Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.

[Exit Messenger.]

[Reads.] ‘High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your
kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When I
shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of my
sudden and more strange return.
HAMLET.’

What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

LAERTES.
Know you the hand?

KING.
’Tis Hamlet’s character. ‘Naked!’
And in a postscript here he says ‘alone.’
Can you advise me?

LAERTES.
I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come,
It warms the very sickness in my heart
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
‘Thus diest thou.’

KING.
If it be so, Laertes,—
As how should it be so? How otherwise?—
Will you be rul’d by me?

LAERTES.
Ay, my lord;
So you will not o’errule me to a peace.

KING.
To thine own peace. If he be now return’d,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
And for his death no wind shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
And call it accident.

LAERTES.
My lord, I will be rul’d;
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.

KING.
It falls right.
You have been talk’d of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet’s hearing, for a quality
Wherein they say you shine. Your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.

LAERTES.
What part is that, my lord?

KING.
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too, for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since
Here was a gentleman of Normandy,—
I’ve seen myself, and serv’d against, the French,
And they can well on horseback, but this gallant
Had witchcraft in’t. He grew unto his seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As had he been incorps’d and demi-natur’d
With the brave beast. So far he topp’d my thought
That I in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.

LAERTES.
A Norman was’t?

KING.
A Norman.

LAERTES.
Upon my life, Lamord.

KING.
The very same.

LAERTES.
I know him well. He is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.

KING.
He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especially,
That he cried out ’twould be a sight indeed
If one could match you. The scrimers of their nation
He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos’d them. Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o’er to play with him.
Now, out of this,—

LAERTES.
What out of this, my lord?

KING.
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?

LAERTES.
Why ask you this?

KING.
Not that I think you did not love your father,
But that I know love is begun by time,
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still,
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too much. That we would do,
We should do when we would; for this ‘would’ changes,
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this ‘should’ is like a spendthrift sigh
That hurts by easing. But to the quick o’ th’ulcer:
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake
To show yourself your father’s son in deed,
More than in words?

LAERTES.
To cut his throat i’ th’ church.

KING.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds. But good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
Hamlet return’d shall know you are come home:
We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
And wager on your heads. He, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice,
Requite him for your father.

LAERTES.
I will do’t.
And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
This is but scratch’d withal. I’ll touch my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.

KING.
Let’s further think of this,
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape. If this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad performance.
’Twere better not assay’d. Therefore this project
Should have a back or second, that might hold
If this did blast in proof. Soft, let me see.
We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,—
I ha’t! When in your motion you are hot and dry,
As make your bouts more violent to that end,
And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepar’d him
A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.

Enter Queen.

How now, sweet Queen?

QUEEN.
One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.

LAERTES.
Drown’d! O, where?

QUEEN.
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she make
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb’ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

LAERTES.
Alas, then she is drown’d?

QUEEN.
Drown’d, drown’d.

LAERTES.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will. When these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord,
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it.

[Exit.]

KING.
Let’s follow, Gertrude;
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore let’s follow.

[Exeunt.]

第七场：城堡中另一室

国王及雷欧提斯上。

国王。 现在，你既已留心听到
那杀害你高贵的父亲的人，他所图者正是我的性命，
那么你的良心就该为我签下免罪状，
你也该把我当作你心上的朋友。

雷欧提斯。 看来确是如此。但请告诉我，
这些罪行如此深重，如此罪该万死，
您为了自身的安危、明智以及种种理由，
都理应受到极大触动，
为何您却没有追查惩办？

国王。
啊，有两个特别的缘由，
在你看来，也许显得十分无力，
但对我却很有分量。他的母亲，王后，
几乎靠他的神色过活；至于我自身——
不论这是我的美德还是我的祸患——
她都与我生命和灵魂如此紧密相连，
正如星辰不能脱离它的轨道运行，
我也离不开她。我所以不能
公开审判他的另一个缘由，
是平民百姓对他极大的爱戴，
他们把他的过失都浸泡在自己的好感里，
就像那能把木头化成石头的泉水，
竟将他的枷锁变作恩典；这样一来，
我的箭矢，为应付这狂风而削得太轻，
便会掉转头来，射回我的弓上，
而射不到我瞄准的目标。

雷欧提斯。
而我，就这样失去了一位高贵的父亲，
一个妹妹被逼入绝境，
她的价值，如果说赞美还能回溯往昔，
曾卓然独立于整个时代的高峰，
论品貌无人能及。但我的复仇终将到来。

国王。
不要为此寝食不安。你切莫以为
我是用那么平庸迟钝的材料做成的，
竟至让危险摇撼我的胡须，
还当作消遣。你很快会听到下文。
我爱过你的父亲，我也爱我自己，
这，我希望，能让你推想出——

〔一使者上。〕

怎么？有什么消息？

使者。
陛下，从哈姆雷特来的信。
这封呈交陛下，这封给王后。

国王。
哈姆雷特来的！谁送来的？

使者。
听说是几个水手，陛下；我没有见到他们。
信是克劳狄奥交给我的，他是从
那个送信人手上收到的。

国王。
雷欧提斯，你来听听这信。
退下。

〔使者下。〕

〔读信。〕“尊贵威仪，容我禀告，我今已孤身返回您邦土之上。明日请准我拜谒天颜。届时，先求陛下原有，我将面陈此番突然且出奇归来的原委。
哈姆雷特。”

这是什么意思？其余的人都回来了吗？
还是这纯属戏言，根本是无中生有？

雷欧提斯。
您认得这笔迹吗？

国王。
是哈姆雷特的亲笔。“孤身”！
而且在附言里，他说是“独自一人”。
你能给我些建议吗？

雷欧提斯。
我完全摸不着头绪，陛下。不过让他来吧，
想到我还能活着，能当面告诉他
“你就这样死吧”，
这便温暖了我心头的沉痛。

国王。
倘若真是如此，雷欧提斯——
可是，怎么会是这样呢？不是这样，又能如何？——
你愿听我的安排吗？

雷欧提斯。
愿，陛下；
只要您不硬要安排我去讲和。

国王。 为你自己的安宁。如果他如今已返回，
像是航行受阻，并且打算
不再启程，我便要引他
去做一件我盘算已熟的行动，
在这行动之下他无从选择，只能丧命；
而他的死不会引起一丝风言，
连他母亲都要将计谋放下，
称之为意外。

雷欧提斯。 殿下，我愿听从安排；
尤其倘若您能设法
让我做那工具。

国王。 恰好如此。
你远游归来，人们对你谈论甚多，
而且哈姆雷特也听说了，谈论的是你一项
据说光彩夺目的本领。你全部才能
都没能像这一项那样招来他的嫉妒，
而这一项，在我看来，
却最不值得看重。

雷欧提斯。 是哪一项本领，殿下？

国王。 不过是青年帽子上一根缎带，
然而也必不可少，因为青年穿戴的
那种轻松随意的装束，对于青年同样相宜，
正如庄重的年岁穿戴它的貂裘和长袍，
以显示康健与稳重。两个月前，
这里来了一位诺曼底的绅士，——
我亲眼见过法国人，也和他们交过战，
他们的骑术的确高明，但这位英豪
却有魔法在身。他好像长在了马鞍上，
驱策他的马做出种种奇妙动作，
仿佛他和那骏马合为一体，
半人半马。他远远超出我的想象，
让我无论怎样构想形状和技巧，
都望尘莫及。

雷欧提斯。 是个诺曼人吗？

国王。 是个诺曼人。

雷欧提斯。 我敢打赌，是拉摩德。

国王。 正是他。

雷欧提斯。 我很了解他。他确实是举国
无双的珍宝。

国王。 他提到了你，
并对你的防卫剑术和演练
给予了极高的评价，
尤其是你的迅捷剑，
他高喊说，若能有人与你对敌，
那才真是一场奇观。他发誓，
他们国家的剑手若是和你交锋，
便全无身法、守势和眼力。先生，他这番赞誉
让哈姆雷特满怀嫉恨，
恨不得立刻求你
赶来和他比试一场。
如今，由此———

雷欧提斯。 由此如何，殿下？

国王。 雷欧提斯，你父亲对你亲近吗？
还是你不过是一幅悲哀的画像，
一张没有心的脸？

雷欧提斯。 您为何这样问？

国王。
并非是我以为你不曾爱你的父亲，
而是我明白，爱情原是因时日而生，
并且我从种种经验的证明中看到，
时日会消磨那爱情的火花与烈焰。
就在爱的火焰的正中心，
存着一种灯芯或是烛花，会把它减弱；
没有事物能永远保持同样的美好，
因为美好，增长到过量臃肿的地步，
便会死在他自己的过盛之中。我们想做的事，
该在想做的那一刻就去做；因为这“想”会变化，
会有消减，会有拖延，其花样之多，
不亚于世上的口舌、臂膀和意外；
到那时，那“该做”便像一声败家子的叹息，
在松快中反伤了自身。但说到眼前的痛处：
哈姆雷特回来了：你打算做些什么，
好让你在行动上，不止在言语上，
显出你是你父亲的儿子？

雷欧提斯。
在教堂里割断他的喉咙。

国王。
的确，任何地方都不该庇护谋杀；
复仇不该有任何界限。可是，好雷欧提斯，
你要这样做，就好好待在自己房里别出来。
等哈姆雷特回来，就会听说你已到家：
我们会找些人来夸赞你的高超本领，
给那法国人赠你的名声再涂上一层光彩，
最后把你们俩聚到一起，
在你们的头上押下赌注。他这个人粗疏大意，
极慷慨大度，全无半点机心，
所以不会细看那些剑；这样一来，你可以轻易地，
或者稍稍做点手脚，挑一把
未曾磨钝的剑，再在一个熟练的对刺中，
替你的父亲向他讨还公道。

雷欧提斯。
我会这样做。
而且，为了这个目的，我还要在剑上涂药。
我从一个江湖郎中那里买过一种油膏，
其毒性之烈，只需用刀蘸上一点，
凡是划破皮见了血的地方，什么珍贵的膏药，
哪怕是用天下所有起死回生的灵草
汇制而成，都不能把这受伤的人救活。
我就要用这毒药蘸一蘸我的剑尖，
这样，我只要轻轻擦破他一点皮，
他就必死无疑。

国王。
这件事我们还得再细细思量，
权衡一下什么时机和什么手段
最能配合我们的计划。万一这一步失手，
我们糟糕的表现又泄露了用心，
那倒不如不试的好。因此这个计策
必须有个后手，有个备用的方案，万一
第一招试了却失了效，还能拿它来稳住。
慢着，让我想想。
我们要为你们的技艺下一场隆重的赌注，——
有了！等到你们斗剑斗得又热又渴的时候，
你为此目的越发猛烈地去对攻，
趁他开口要水喝的时候，我会事先
为他预备好一杯毒酒；他哪怕只是抿上一口，
就算他侥幸逃脱了你那带毒的刺击，
我们的意图仍然可以达成。

〔王后上。〕

怎么啦，亲爱的王后？

王后。
一桩悲痛紧踩另一桩的脚跟，
来得太快了。你妹妹淹死了，雷欧提斯。

雷欧提斯。
淹死了！啊，在哪儿？

王后。
有一株杨柳斜生在小溪旁，
灰白的叶子倒映在玻璃般的流水里。
她在那儿编了些奇异的花环，
用的是乌鸦花、荨麻、雏菊和长颈兰，
放浪的牧人给它们起更粗俗的名儿，
我们贞静的少女却叫它死人指。
她爬到垂挂的枝丫上
去挂她的花冠，一根妒忌的枝条断了，
她连人带花草的 trophy 一起
落进了哭泣的溪水。她的衣裙散开，
像美人鱼似的，一时把她托在水面，
她那时还断断续续哼着古老的曲调，
仿佛对自身的苦厄毫无知觉，
又好像本是生长在水中
并且适应了那环境。但这情形不能长久，
等到她的衣裳被水浸透，变得沉重，
就把这可怜的人儿从悠扬的歌声中
拽入了泥泞的死亡。

雷欧提斯。
唉，那么她是淹死了？

王后。
淹死了，淹死了。

雷欧提斯。
可怜奥菲莉娅，你已经水太多了，
因此我忍住我的眼泪。可是
这毕竟是我们人的习性；天性按它的老规矩来，
随羞耻怎么说去。等眼泪流尽，
我这妇人之态也要耗光。再会，大人，
我有一篇烈火般的话，很想烧起来，
只恨这痴泪把它浇灭了。

〔下。〕

国王。
我们跟上去，乔特鲁德；
我费了多大劲才平息他的怒气！
现在我担心这事又会让怒气重新发作；
所以，我们跟上去吧。

〔同下。〕