哈姆雷特（中文译本）

ACT V

第五幕

SCENE I. A churchyard.

Enter two Clowns with spades, &c.

FIRST CLOWN.
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she wilfully seeks her
own salvation?

SECOND CLOWN.
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her grave straight. The crowner
hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.

FIRST CLOWN.
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?

SECOND CLOWN.
Why, ’tis found so.

FIRST CLOWN.
It must be se offendendo, it cannot be else. For here lies the point:
if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three
branches. It is to act, to do, and to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.

SECOND CLOWN.
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,—

FIRST CLOWN.
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the man; good. If
the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he nill he, he
goes,—mark you that. But if the water come to him and drown him, he
drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death
shortens not his own life.

SECOND CLOWN.
But is this law?

FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, marry, is’t, crowner’s quest law.

SECOND CLOWN.
Will you ha’ the truth on’t? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she
should have been buried out o’ Christian burial.

FIRST CLOWN.
Why, there thou say’st. And the more pity that great folk should have
countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their
even Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but
gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam’s profession.

SECOND CLOWN.
Was he a gentleman?

FIRST CLOWN.
He was the first that ever bore arms.

SECOND CLOWN.
Why, he had none.

FIRST CLOWN.
What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? The
Scripture says Adam digg’d. Could he dig without arms? I’ll put another
question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess
thyself—

SECOND CLOWN.
Go to.

FIRST CLOWN.
What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright,
or the carpenter?

SECOND CLOWN.
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

FIRST CLOWN.
I like thy wit well in good faith, the gallows does well. But how does
it well? It does well to those that do ill. Now, thou dost ill to say
the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may
do well to thee. To’t again, come.

SECOND CLOWN.
Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.

SECOND CLOWN.
Marry, now I can tell.

FIRST CLOWN.
To’t.

SECOND CLOWN.
Mass, I cannot tell.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.

FIRST CLOWN.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his
pace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say ‘a
grave-maker’. The houses he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to
Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[Exit Second Clown.]

[Digs and sings.]

In youth when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet;
To contract, O, the time for, a, my behove,
O methought there was nothing meet.

HAMLET.
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
grave-making?

HORATIO.
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

HAMLET.
’Tis e’en so; the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

FIRST CLOWN.
[Sings.]
But age with his stealing steps
Hath claw’d me in his clutch,
And hath shipp’d me into the land,
As if I had never been such.

[Throws up a skull.]

HAMLET.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the knave jowls
it to th’ ground, as if ’twere Cain’s jawbone, that did the first
murder! This might be the pate of a politician which this ass now
o’er-offices, one that would circumvent God, might it not?

HORATIO.
It might, my lord.

HAMLET.
Or of a courtier, which could say ‘Good morrow, sweet lord! How dost
thou, good lord?’ This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my
lord such-a-one’s horse when he meant to beg it, might it not?

HORATIO.
Ay, my lord.

HAMLET.
Why, e’en so: and now my Lady Worm’s; chapless, and knocked about the
mazard with a sexton’s spade. Here’s fine revolution, an we had the
trick to see’t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play
at loggets with ’em? Mine ache to think on’t.

FIRST CLOWN.
[Sings.]
A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding-sheet;
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

[Throws up another skull.]

HAMLET.
There’s another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be
his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?
Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce
with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery?
Hum. This fellow might be in’s time a great buyer of land, with his
statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his
recoveries. Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his
recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers
vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the
length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his
lands will scarcely lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself
have no more, ha?

HORATIO.
Not a jot more, my lord.

HAMLET.
Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?

HORATIO.
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.

HAMLET.
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will
speak to this fellow.—Whose grave’s this, sir?

FIRST CLOWN.
Mine, sir.
[Sings.]
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

HAMLET.
I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in’t.

FIRST CLOWN.
You lie out on’t, sir, and therefore ’tis not yours.
For my part, I do not lie in’t, yet it is mine.

HAMLET.
Thou dost lie in’t, to be in’t and say it is thine. ’Tis for the dead,
not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

FIRST CLOWN.
’Tis a quick lie, sir; ’t will away again from me to you.

HAMLET.
What man dost thou dig it for?

FIRST CLOWN.
For no man, sir.

HAMLET.
What woman then?

FIRST CLOWN.
For none neither.

HAMLET.
Who is to be buried in’t?

FIRST CLOWN.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she’s dead.

HAMLET.
How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation
will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note
of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so
near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou
been a grave-maker?

FIRST CLOWN.
Of all the days i’ th’ year, I came to’t that day that our last King
Hamlet o’ercame Fortinbras.

HAMLET.
How long is that since?

FIRST CLOWN.
Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day
that young Hamlet was born,—he that is mad, and sent into England.

HAMLET.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?

FIRST CLOWN.
Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or if he do
not, it’s no great matter there.

HAMLET.
Why?

FIRST CLOWN.
’Twill not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.

HAMLET.
How came he mad?

FIRST CLOWN.
Very strangely, they say.

HAMLET.
How strangely?

FIRST CLOWN.
Faith, e’en with losing his wits.

HAMLET.
Upon what ground?

FIRST CLOWN.
Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty
years.

HAMLET.
How long will a man lie i’ th’earth ere he rot?

FIRST CLOWN.
Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,—as we have many pocky corses
nowadays that will scarce hold the laying in,—he will last you some
eight year or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year.

HAMLET.
Why he more than another?

FIRST CLOWN.
Why, sir, his hide is so tann’d with his trade that he will keep out
water a great while. And your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson
dead body. Here’s a skull now; this skull hath lain in the earth
three-and-twenty years.

HAMLET.
Whose was it?

FIRST CLOWN.
A whoreson, mad fellow’s it was. Whose do you think it was?

HAMLET.
Nay, I know not.

FIRST CLOWN.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! A pour’d a flagon of Rhenish on my
head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester.

HAMLET.
This?

FIRST CLOWN.
E’en that.

HAMLET.
Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him,
Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my
imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I
have kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols?
your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table
on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch
thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee,
Horatio, tell me one thing.

HORATIO.
What’s that, my lord?

HAMLET.
Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’ th’earth?

HORATIO.
E’en so.

HAMLET.
And smelt so? Pah!

[Throws down the skull.]

HORATIO.
E’en so, my lord.

HAMLET.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace
the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

HORATIO.
’Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.

HAMLET.
No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither with modesty enough,
and likelihood to lead it; as thus. Alexander died, Alexander was
buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we
make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not
stop a beer-barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn’d to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t’expel the winter’s flaw.
But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King.

Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse of Ophelia, Laertes and
Mourners following; King, Queen, their Trains, &c.

The Queen, the courtiers. Who is that they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo it own life. ’Twas of some estate.
Couch we awhile and mark.

[Retiring with Horatio.]

LAERTES.
What ceremony else?

HAMLET.
That is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.

LAERTES.
What ceremony else?

PRIEST.
Her obsequies have been as far enlarg’d
As we have warranties. Her death was doubtful;
And but that great command o’ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg’d
Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.

LAERTES.
Must there no more be done?

PRIEST.
No more be done.
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing sage requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

LAERTES.
Lay her i’ th’earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring. I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist’ring angel shall my sister be
When thou liest howling.

HAMLET.
What, the fair Ophelia?

QUEEN.
[Scattering flowers.] Sweets to the sweet. Farewell.
I hop’d thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid,
And not have strew’d thy grave.

LAERTES.
O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Depriv’d thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
[Leaps into the grave.]
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o’ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.

HAMLET.
[Advancing.]
What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand’ring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
[Leaps into the grave.]

LAERTES.
[Grappling with him.] The devil take thy soul!

HAMLET.
Thou pray’st not well.
I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
For though I am not splenative and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear. Away thy hand!

KING.
Pluck them asunder.

QUEEN.
Hamlet! Hamlet!

All.
Gentlemen!

HORATIO.
Good my lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]

HAMLET.
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

QUEEN.
O my son, what theme?

HAMLET.
I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING.
O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN.
For love of God forbear him!

HAMLET.
’Swounds, show me what thou’lt do:
Woul’t weep? woul’t fight? woul’t fast? woul’t tear thyself?
Woul’t drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I’ll do’t. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, an thou’lt mouth,
I’ll rant as well as thou.

QUEEN.
This is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclos’d,
His silence will sit drooping.

HAMLET.
Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov’d you ever. But it is no matter.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[Exit.]

KING.
I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.

[Exit Horatio.]

[To Laertes]
Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech;
We’ll put the matter to the present push.—
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then in patience our proceeding be.

[Exeunt.]

第一场：墓地

〔两个掘墓人携锹等上。〕

掘墓人甲。
她是存心去求自己灵魂得救的，还能用基督教仪式埋葬吗？

掘墓人乙。
我告诉你，能，所以你就直着挖她的坟吧。验尸官已经验过她，认定可以用基督教仪式埋葬。

掘墓人甲。
那怎么可能，除非她是自卫淹死的？

掘墓人乙。
嗯，就是这么认定的。

掘墓人甲。
那一定是 se offendendo，不可能是别的。因为关键在这儿：要是我明明白白地淹死自己，这就构成一种行为；一种行为有三层意思：那就是去干、去做、去执行；所以，argal，她是明明白白淹死自己的。

掘墓人乙。
不，你听着，好挖土的伙计，——

掘墓人甲。
容我道来。这儿是水，好；这儿站着个人，好。要是这人走到这水里，把自己淹死，那么，不管他愿不愿意，他总归是走过去了——你留心这点。可要是水涨到他跟前，把他淹死，那他就不是自己淹死自己。所以，凡是对自己的死没有罪的，就没缩短自己的命。

掘墓人乙。
可这是哪条法律？

掘墓人甲。
嗐，真的，是验尸官法庭的法律。

掘墓人乙。
你要听实话吗？要不是因为这位是位大家闺秀，她早就给葬在基督徒的墓地外边了。

掘墓人甲。
嗯，你这可说着了。更可怜的是，大人物们在这世上竟能比他们同教的普通人更有脸面去投水或是上吊。来，我的铁锹。除了种园的、挖沟的、掘坟的，就没有古老的绅士了；他们守着亚当的老本行。

掘墓人乙。
亚当也算是绅士吗？

掘墓人甲。
他是头一个有纹章的。

掘墓人乙。
哪儿的话，他哪儿有什么纹章。

掘墓人甲。
怎么，你是个异教徒吗？你懂不懂《圣经》？《圣经》上说亚当锄地。他要是没有两只手臂，怎能锄地？我再问你一个问题。你要是答不上来，干脆自己招认——

掘墓人乙。
问吧。

掘墓人甲。
谁造的东西比泥瓦匠、造船匠、木匠造的更结实？

掘墓人乙。
造绞架的人；因为那架子比住进去的一千个活人都长久。

掘墓人甲。
我打心眼儿里喜欢你这股机灵劲儿，真的，绞架是不错。可它怎么个不错？它对那些干坏事的人不错。现在呢，你说绞架造得比教堂还结实，那你就是说错了；所以，绞架对你可能不错。再答一回，来。

掘墓人乙。
谁造的东西比泥瓦匠、造船匠、木匠造的更结实？

掘墓人甲。
对，告诉我这个，你就解脱了。

掘墓人乙。
嗯，这下我能答了。

掘墓人甲。
说吧。

掘墓人乙。
老天，我答不上来。

〔哈姆雷特和霍拉旭自远处上场。〕

掘墓人甲。
别再为这事儿绞你的脑汁了，你这头笨驴再怎么挨鞭子，也快不了脚步；下回有人问你这话，你就说‘掘坟的’。他盖的房子能一直待到世界末日。去，到约翰家去，给我打一壶酒来。

〔掘墓人乙下。〕

〔掘墓人甲边掘土边唱。〕

想当年，我正年轻，堕入情网，
只觉得滋味好甜蜜；
定下婚约，哎，正合我心意，
啊，只觉得事事都称意。

哈姆雷特。
这家伙对他的活计一点感觉都没有吗，一边掘墓一边唱歌？

霍拉旭。
习惯使他把这当成了寻常的事。

哈姆雷特。
正是如此；越是不大使用的手，知觉便越是灵敏。

掘墓人甲。
〔唱。〕
可衰老迈着偷偷的脚步，
一把将我攥在爪中，
把我送上船运进了泥土，
仿佛我从未这般活过。

〔扔上一具骷髅。〕

哈姆雷特。
这骷髅也曾有过舌头，也曾会唱歌。瞧这混蛋，怎么把它摔在地上，好像它便是那犯下第一桩谋杀罪的该隐的颚骨！这或许是某个政客的脑袋瓜子，如今被这蠢驴随意摆弄，一个本想绕过上帝耍弄机巧的人，难道说不是？

霍拉旭。
也许是，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
要么便是廷臣的脑袋，能说“早安，亲爱的老爷！您好哇，好老爷？”这也许是某某大老爷，曾想讨要某某大老爷的马，便满口称赞人家的马，难道说不是？

霍拉旭。
是的，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
唉，正是如此：如今却成了蛆虫夫人的了；没了下巴，被教堂司事的铲子敲着脑壳。这可真是绝妙的轮回，倘若我们有法子看透它。莫非这些骨骼的培育，也就只值拿它们来玩扔木棍的价钱？想到这个我便骨头发痛。

掘墓人甲。
〔唱。〕
一把鹤嘴锄，一柄铁铲，
再添一件裹尸布；
啊，一个泥坑须得挖好，
才配迎接这样的客。

〔扔上另一具骷髅。〕

哈姆雷特。
又来了一个。为什么这不能是一位律师的骷髅呢？他的那些诡辩如今在哪儿？他的狡辩、他的案卷、他的判例、他的伎俩都在哪儿？为什么他现在竟容这粗鲁的混蛋用一把肮脏的铲子敲他的脑袋，却不去告他个殴打罪？哼，这家伙在当年或许是个大地主，有他的法令、他的契据、他的罚金、他的双重保人、他的追偿令。难道这就是他罚金的罚金、追偿的追偿：让他这精致的脑袋瓜，装满精致的尘土？难道他的保人能为他保下的地产，连同那些双重保的，不过是一对契约的宽窄大小？他那地皮的转让文书，单单地契本身，便几乎塞不进这匣子里去了；而那继承者本人得到的，也不会更多，嗯？

霍拉旭。
丝毫不多，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
羊皮纸不就是羊皮做的吗？

霍拉旭。
是的，殿下，也有用小牛皮做的。

哈姆雷特。
跑到那里头找保证的，不过是些羊羔和牛犊罢了。我倒要跟这家伙谈谈。——这是谁的坟，老兄？

掘墓人甲。
我的，先生。
〔唱。〕
啊，挖一个黏土坑，
迎接这客人正相当。

哈姆雷特。
我看也的确是你在里头，因为你人在里头躺着呢。

掘墓人甲。
您人可在坟外头躺着，先生，所以这不是您的。
至于我，我可没在里头躺着，可这坟还是我的。

哈姆雷特。
你说“这是我的坟”的时候，人就在里头躺着，分明是在里头。这坟是给死人，不是给活人的；所以你是在撒谎。

掘墓人甲。
这是个活跳跳的谎，先生；它回头又会从我这儿跑到您那儿去。

哈姆雷特。
你挖这坟是给哪个男的？

掘墓人甲。
不是给哪个男的，先生。

哈姆雷特。
那么是给哪个女的？

掘墓人甲。
也不是给哪个女的。

哈姆雷特。
到底是谁要埋在这里头？

掘墓人甲。
是个先前做过女人的，先生；不过，愿她灵魂安息，她已经死了。

哈姆雷特。
这家伙抠字眼抠得真绝！跟这种人来往非得拿着卡尺说话不可，不然模棱两可的话就会把我们缠死。老天在上，霍拉旭，这三年来我一直在留意，这世道变得如此刁钻，庄稼人的脚趾头都快挨到朝臣的脚后跟了，把冻疮都磨破了。——你干这造坟的营生有多久了？

掘墓人甲。
一年三百六十来天里头，我是在老哈姆雷特王上打败福丁布拉斯的那一天干起的。

哈姆雷特。
那是多久以前的事了？

掘墓人甲。
您这都算不过来吗？随便哪个傻瓜都算得出来。就是小哈姆雷特出世的那一天，——也就是那个发了疯、给送到英国去的那个。

哈姆雷特。
对呀，不错，他为什么给送到英国去？

掘墓人甲。
为什么，就因为他疯了呗；到了那边他就能把神智找回来；要不，就算找不回来，在那边也没什么大不了的。

哈姆雷特。
为什么？

掘墓人甲。
在那地方他显不出来；那边的人一个个都跟他一样疯。

哈姆雷特。
他怎么会疯的？

掘墓人甲。
听人说，疯得很奇怪。

哈姆雷特。
怎么个奇怪法？

掘墓人甲。
说真的，就是把神智给丢了。

哈姆雷特。
在什么地方丢的？

掘墓人甲。
就在这儿，丹麦。我在这儿当教堂司事，从小到大，已经三十年了。

哈姆雷特。
一个人埋在土里，要多久才会腐烂？

掘墓人甲。
说实在的，要是他在死之前身子还没烂透的话，——如今我们这儿害杨梅疮的尸体可多的是，连入土都快撑不住了，——他大概能撑上八个九年头。一个硝皮匠能撑上九年。

哈姆雷特。
他为什么比别的行当撑得更久些？

掘墓人甲。
嘿，先生，他那行当把他那身皮鞣得可够受的，水老久渗不进去。水这东西，最是把你那狗娘养的死人烂个精光。这儿有个骷髅；这骷髅在土里躺了整整二十三年。

哈姆雷特。
是谁的？

掘墓人甲。
一个狗娘养的疯家伙的。你猜是谁的？

哈姆雷特。
不，我不知道。

掘墓人甲。
这疯流氓活该遭瘟！有一回他把一壶莱茵葡萄酒全泼我脑袋上。这同一颗骷髅，先生，是约里克的骷髅，国王跟前的小丑。

哈姆雷特。
这颗？

掘墓人甲。
就是那颗。

哈姆雷特。
让我瞧瞧。〔接过骷髅。〕唉，可怜的约里克！霍拉旭，我认得他，这家伙满肚皮笑话，最是有说不尽的风趣。他把我背在背上怕有上千回。如今瞧这模样，我心头一想就毛骨悚然！喉咙口直泛恶心。这儿原本挂着两片嘴唇，我不知亲过几多回。你那损人的俏皮话呢？你那蹦跳呢？你那歌谣呢？你那一道逗得满桌子哄堂大笑的开心闪电呢？一句也不剩了，来嘲弄一下你自己的龇牙咧嘴？下巴都掉尽了？这会子你倒钻进我家小姐的闺房去，告诉她，哪怕她在脸上抹一寸厚的脂粉，到头来还是得变成这副嘴脸。拿这话逗她笑吧。——霍拉旭，求你告诉我一件事。

霍拉旭。
什么事，殿下？

哈姆雷特。
你看亚历山大埋在土里，可是这副模样？

霍拉旭。
正是如此。

哈姆雷特。
气味也一样？呸！

〔扔下骷髅。〕

霍拉旭。
正是如此，殿下。

哈姆雷特。
霍拉旭，我们将来会落到何等下贱的用处！凭咱们的脑筋，怎么就不能一路追想亚历山大大帝的高贵骨灰，追到末了儿，发现它堵在一只酒桶的窟窿眼儿上？

霍拉旭。
那么想，未免思虑过甚。

哈姆雷特。
不，当真，半点也不算。只要老老实实顺着道儿追索，依着常理推导，就那么回事。比方说：亚历山大死了，亚历山大下葬了，亚历山大化成了骨灰；骨灰就是泥土；用泥土我们能做成泥坯；既然他变成了泥坯，人家为什么不能用那泥坯去塞啤酒桶呢？
威震四方的凯撒，死后化作烂泥巴，
也能堵个窟窿，免得风往屋里刮。
唉，当初叫普天下战栗的这块土，
如今竟补墙挡冬天的朔风呼呼。
可是轻些！轻些！且躲一旁！国王来了。

〔一队教士等人列队上；奥菲莉娅的灵柩，雷欧提斯及哀悼者随后；国王、王后及随从等上。〕

王后、众朝臣。他们跟着的是谁？
而且用的是如此残缺的仪式？这分明表示
他们送葬的尸骨，是凭一己绝望之手
了断了自己的生命。倒是个有身份的人。
我们暂且蹲伏，留心看看。

〔与霍拉旭一同退后。〕

雷欧提斯。
还有什么仪式？

哈姆雷特。
那是雷欧提斯，一位高贵非常的青年。留神。

雷欧提斯。
还有什么仪式？

教士。
她的葬礼，我们已经尽力铺排，
做到了我们职权所能允许的地步。她的死因可疑；
要不是有极大的命令压过了教规，
她本该睡在不圣洁的土地里，
直到末日的号角吹响。本该对她抛撒的，
是慈悲的祈祷，是碎瓦、燧石和石子。
然而在此，她竟被允准了处子的仪仗，
少女的铺花，以及钟声鸣响、
入土安葬的归程。

雷欧提斯。
就不能再多做一点了吗？

教士。
不能再多做了。
我们若对她说庄严的安魂曲，为她的灵魂祈求
如平安辞世者所享的安息，反倒会
亵渎了死者的祭礼。

雷欧提斯。
让她入土吧，
从她那白璧无瑕的纯洁肉体上，
愿紫罗兰绽放。我告诉你，乖戾的教士，
我的妹妹将要成为一个执事的天使，
那时你却在地狱里哀号。

哈姆雷特。
什么，是美丽的奥菲莉娅？

王后。
〔撒花。〕 甜美的鲜花归于甜美的人。永别了。
我本希望你能做我哈姆雷特的妻子；
我本想着要去铺设你的合欢床，温柔的姑娘，
而不是来你的墓前撒花。

雷欧提斯。
啊，三倍的灾厄，
再加十倍的灾厄，落到那颗可咒的头上，
他那恶毒的行径，竟剥夺了
你无比灵秀的神智。暂且别把土盖上，
让我再一次把她拥入怀中。
〔跳入墓穴。〕
现在把你尘土堆在活人和死人身上吧，
直把这片平地堆成一座高山，
高过古老的佩利翁，或是直耸云霄的
蓝色奥林匹斯山头。

哈姆雷特。
〔上前。〕
是谁，他的悲伤
如此声张？他哀恸的言辞
竟召来了漫游的星辰，让它们凝住不动，
如同惊愕受伤的听众？这人就是我，
哈姆雷特，丹麦人。
〔跳入墓穴。〕

雷欧提斯。
〔与他扭打。〕 魔鬼收走你的灵魂！

哈姆雷特。
你这样祷告不好。
请把你的手指从我的喉头拿开；
因为，虽然我不是一个暴躁轻率的人，
可我身上却有着几分危险，
你最好放明智些，怕它一怕。把手拿开！

国王。
把他们拉开。

王后。
哈姆雷特！哈姆雷特！

众人。
各位大人！

霍拉旭。
好殿下，请息怒。

〔侍从们将他们分开，二人走出墓穴。〕

哈姆雷特。
嘿，我要跟他在这个题目上争斗，
直到我的眼皮不再眨动为止。

乔特鲁德。
啊，我的儿，什么题目？

哈姆雷特。
我爱奥菲莉娅；四万个兄弟的爱
加起来，也抵不上我的这一份。
你要为她做什么？

克劳狄斯。
啊，他疯了，雷欧提斯。

乔特鲁德。
看在上帝份上，容忍他吧！

哈姆雷特。
该死，我倒要看看你能做什么：
你要哭？要斗？要绝食？要撕裂自己？
要喝干醋？要吃掉一条鳄鱼？
我都能做到。你是到这儿来哀泣吗？
要跳进她的坟里来跟我比高下？
把她活埋了，我也跟她埋在一起。
你要是大谈什么高山，就让它们
把几百万亩泥土朝我们扔下来，一直堆到
我们的头顶在火烧的天带上烤焦，
让奥萨山像颗疣子！哼，你要夸口，
我照样也能跟你一样大嚷大叫。

乔特鲁德。
这纯粹是疯狂：
这阵癫狂还得发作一会儿；
等不多久，他就会安静下来，
像母鸽孵出那一对金黄色的雏鸽时一样
耐心，他的沉默就会耷拉下来。

哈姆雷特。
您听我说，先生；
你这样对待我，是什么道理？
我一向是爱你的。不过这也没什么。
任凭赫拉克勒斯有多大本事，
猫总要叫，狗也总有得意的时候。

〔退场。〕

克劳狄斯。
好霍拉旭，请你去照看他。

〔霍拉旭退场。〕

〔向雷欧提斯〕
凭我们昨晚的话，加强你的忍耐吧；
我们立刻就要把事情付诸实施。——
好乔特鲁德，派人看住你的儿子。
这座坟将要有一座永远活着的纪念碑。
不久我们就能见到一段安宁的日子；
在那以前，且让我们耐着性子行事。

〔众人退场。〕

SCENE II. A hall in the Castle.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

HAMLET.
So much for this, sir. Now let me see the other;
You do remember all the circumstance?

HORATIO.
Remember it, my lord!

HAMLET.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly,
And prais’d be rashness for it,—let us know,
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well,
When our deep plots do pall; and that should teach us
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

HORATIO.
That is most certain.

HAMLET.
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf’d about me, in the dark
Grop’d I to find out them; had my desire,
Finger’d their packet, and in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again, making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
Oh royal knavery! an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark’s health, and England’s too,
With ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
That on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.

HORATIO.
Is’t possible?

HAMLET.
Here’s the commission, read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?

HORATIO.
I beseech you.

HAMLET.
Being thus benetted round with villanies,—
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play,—I sat me down,
Devis’d a new commission, wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour’d much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman’s service. Wilt thou know
The effect of what I wrote?

HORATIO.
Ay, good my lord.

HAMLET.
An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma ’tween their amities,
And many such-like ‘as’es of great charge,
That on the view and know of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow’d.

HORATIO.
How was this seal’d?

HAMLET.
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my father’s signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal:
Folded the writ up in the form of the other,
Subscrib’d it: gave’t th’impression; plac’d it safely,
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight, and what to this was sequent
Thou know’st already.

HORATIO.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.

HAMLET.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.
’Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

HORATIO.
Why, what a king is this!

HAMLET.
Does it not, thinks’t thee, stand me now upon,—
He that hath kill’d my king, and whor’d my mother,
Popp’d in between th’election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage—is’t not perfect conscience
To quit him with this arm? And is’t not to be damn’d
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?

HORATIO.
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.

HAMLET.
It will be short. The interim is mine;
And a man’s life’s no more than to say ‘One’.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause I see
The portraiture of his. I’ll court his favours.
But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a tow’ring passion.

HORATIO.
Peace, who comes here?

Enter Osric.

OSRIC.
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

HAMLET.
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this waterfly?

HORATIO.
No, my good lord.

HAMLET.
Thy state is the more gracious; for ’tis a vice to know him. He hath
much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib
shall stand at the king’s mess; ’tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious
in the possession of dirt.

OSRIC.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing
to you from his Majesty.

HAMLET.
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his
right use; ’tis for the head.

OSRIC.
I thank your lordship, ’tis very hot.

HAMLET.
No, believe me, ’tis very cold, the wind is northerly.

OSRIC.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

HAMLET.
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.

OSRIC.
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,—as ’twere—I cannot tell how.
But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,—

HAMLET.
I beseech you, remember,—

[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.]

OSRIC.
Nay, in good faith; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly
come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most
excellent differences, of very soft society and great showing. Indeed,
to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry; for
you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.

HAMLET.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I know, to
divide him inventorially would dizzy th’arithmetic of memory, and yet
but yaw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of
extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article and his infusion of
such dearth and rareness as, to make true diction of him, his semblable
is his mirror and who else would trace him his umbrage, nothing more.

OSRIC.
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

HAMLET.
The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer
breath?

OSRIC.
Sir?

HORATIO.
Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do’t, sir,
really.

HAMLET.
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?

OSRIC.
Of Laertes?

HORATIO.
His purse is empty already, all’s golden words are spent.

HAMLET.
Of him, sir.

OSRIC.
I know you are not ignorant,—

HAMLET.
I would you did, sir; yet in faith if you did, it would not much
approve me. Well, sir?

OSRIC.
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is,—

HAMLET.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence;
but to know a man well were to know himself.

OSRIC.
I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him, by them
in his meed he’s unfellowed.

HAMLET.
What’s his weapon?

OSRIC.
Rapier and dagger.

HAMLET.
That’s two of his weapons. But well.

OSRIC.
The King, sir, hath wager’d with him six Barbary horses, against the
which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards,
with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so. Three of the carriages,
in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most
delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.

HAMLET.
What call you the carriages?

HORATIO.
I knew you must be edified by the margin ere you had done.

OSRIC.
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.

HAMLET.
The phrase would be more german to the matter if we could carry cannon
by our sides. I would it might be hangers till then. But on. Six
Barbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three
liberal conceited carriages: that’s the French bet against the Danish.
Why is this all imponed, as you call it?

OSRIC.
The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes between you and him, he
shall not exceed you three hits. He hath laid on twelve for nine. And
it would come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe the
answer.

HAMLET.
How if I answer no?

OSRIC.
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.

HAMLET.
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty, it is the
breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the gentleman
willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if
not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.

OSRIC.
Shall I re-deliver you e’en so?

HAMLET.
To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.

OSRIC.
I commend my duty to your lordship.

HAMLET.
Yours, yours.

[Exit Osric.]

He does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for’s
turn.

HORATIO.
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

HAMLET.
He did comply with his dug before he suck’d it. Thus has he,—and many
more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on,— only got
the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yeasty
collection, which carries them through and through the most fanned and
winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are
out.

Enter a Lord.

LORD.
My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who brings
back to him that you attend him in the hall. He sends to know if your
pleasure hold to play with Laertes or that you will take longer time.

HAMLET.
I am constant to my purposes, they follow the King’s pleasure. If his
fitness speaks, mine is ready. Now or whensoever, provided I be so able
as now.

LORD.
The King and Queen and all are coming down.

HAMLET.
In happy time.

LORD.
The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes
before you fall to play.

HAMLET.
She well instructs me.

[Exit Lord.]

HORATIO.
You will lose this wager, my lord.

HAMLET.
I do not think so. Since he went into France, I have been in continual
practice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill
all’s here about my heart: but it is no matter.

HORATIO.
Nay, good my lord.

HAMLET.
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would
perhaps trouble a woman.

HORATIO.
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair
hither, and say you are not fit.

HAMLET.
Not a whit, we defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall of
a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it
will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.
Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is’t to leave betimes?

Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osric and Attendants with foils &c.

KING.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.

[The King puts Laertes’s hand into Hamlet’s.]

HAMLET.
Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
But pardon’t as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,
How I am punish’d with sore distraction.
What I have done
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away,
And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it, then? His madness. If’t be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong’d;
His madness is poor Hamlet’s enemy.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
That I have shot my arrow o’er the house
And hurt my brother.

LAERTES.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most
To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace
To keep my name ungor’d. But till that time
I do receive your offer’d love like love,
And will not wrong it.

HAMLET.
I embrace it freely,
And will this brother’s wager frankly play.—
Give us the foils; come on.

LAERTES.
Come, one for me.

HAMLET.
I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.

LAERTES.
You mock me, sir.

HAMLET.
No, by this hand.

KING.
Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?

HAMLET.
Very well, my lord.
Your Grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side.

KING.
I do not fear it. I have seen you both;
But since he is better’d, we have therefore odds.

LAERTES.
This is too heavy. Let me see another.

HAMLET.
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?

[They prepare to play.]

OSRIC.
Ay, my good lord.

KING.
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;
The King shall drink to Hamlet’s better breath,
And in the cup an union shall he throw
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark’s crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
‘Now the King drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin.
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.

HAMLET.
Come on, sir.

LAERTES.
Come, my lord.

[They play.]

HAMLET.
One.

LAERTES.
No.

HAMLET.
Judgement.

OSRIC.
A hit, a very palpable hit.

LAERTES.
Well; again.

KING.
Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
Here’s to thy health.

[Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within.]

Give him the cup.

HAMLET.
I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile.

[They play.]

Come. Another hit; what say you?

LAERTES.
A touch, a touch, I do confess.

KING.
Our son shall win.

QUEEN.
He’s fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

HAMLET.
Good madam.

KING.
Gertrude, do not drink.

QUEEN.
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.

KING.
[Aside.] It is the poison’d cup; it is too late.

HAMLET.
I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by.

QUEEN.
Come, let me wipe thy face.

LAERTES.
My lord, I’ll hit him now.

KING.
I do not think’t.

LAERTES.
[Aside.] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.

HAMLET.
Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally.
I pray you pass with your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

LAERTES.
Say you so? Come on.

[They play.]

OSRIC.
Nothing neither way.

LAERTES.
Have at you now.

[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and
Hamlet wounds Laertes.]

KING.
Part them; they are incens’d.

HAMLET.
Nay, come again!

[The Queen falls.]

OSRIC.
Look to the Queen there, ho!

HORATIO.
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?

OSRIC.
How is’t, Laertes?

LAERTES.
Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric.
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.

HAMLET.
How does the Queen?

KING.
She swoons to see them bleed.

QUEEN.
No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poison’d.

[Dies.]

HAMLET.
O villany! Ho! Let the door be lock’d:
Treachery! Seek it out.

[Laertes falls.]

LAERTES.
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.
No medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom’d. The foul practice
Hath turn’d itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poison’d.
I can no more. The King, the King’s to blame.

HAMLET.
The point envenom’d too!
Then, venom, to thy work.

[Stabs the King.]

OSRIC and LORDS.
Treason! treason!

KING.
O yet defend me, friends. I am but hurt.

HAMLET.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.

[King dies.]

LAERTES.
He is justly serv’d.
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.

[Dies.]

HAMLET.
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time,—as this fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest,—O, I could tell you,—
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,
Thou liv’st; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

HORATIO.
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here’s yet some liquor left.

HAMLET.
As th’art a man,
Give me the cup. Let go; by Heaven, I’ll have’t.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.

[March afar off, and shot within.]

What warlike noise is this?

OSRIC.
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.

HAMLET.
O, I die, Horatio.
The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England,
But I do prophesy th’election lights
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with the occurrents more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

[Dies.]

HORATIO.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Why does the drum come hither?

[March within.]

Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors and others.

FORTINBRAS.
Where is this sight?

HORATIO.
What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

FORTINBRAS.
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?

FIRST AMBASSADOR.
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late.
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill’d,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?

HORATIO.
Not from his mouth,
Had it th’ability of life to thank you.
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England
Are here arriv’d, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th’ yet unknowing world
How these things came about. So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc’d cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall’n on the inventors’ heads. All this can I
Truly deliver.

FORTINBRAS.
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

HORATIO.
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
But let this same be presently perform’d,
Even while men’s minds are wild, lest more mischance
On plots and errors happen.

FORTINBRAS.
Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov’d most royally; and for his passage,
The soldiers’ music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[A dead march.]

[Exeunt, bearing off the bodies, after which a peal of ordnance is
shot off.]

第二场：城堡中的大厅

哈姆雷特与霍拉旭上。

哈姆雷特。
这事就说到这儿吧，先生。现在让我看看另一件事；
你还记得所有的情况吗？

霍拉旭。
记得，殿下！

哈姆雷特。
先生，我心里起了一阵争斗，
使我无法入睡。我觉得自己躺在那儿
比铐在脚镣里的叛变水手还要难受。我一冲动——
就为此赞美冲动吧，——要知道，
我们的冒失有时反倒比深谋远虑更能成全我们；
这应当令我们明白，有一种神意
塑造着我们的结局，任凭我们怎样
用粗镐去砍凿。

霍拉旭。
那是千真万确的。

哈姆雷特。
我从舱房出来，
身上裹着航海的长袍，在黑暗中
摸索着去找他们；得偿所愿，
摸到了他们的公文包，最后，退回
我自己的房间，壮起胆子，
恐惧使我忘了礼数，拆开
那威严的国书；霍拉旭，我在其中读到——
哦，何等堂皇的奸诈！——一道确切的敕令，
用五花八门的理由加以润饰，
说是为了丹麦的安宁，也为了英格兰的安宁，
嘿，如此这般地将我的生命描绘成妖魔与鬼怪，
以致阅毕之后，片刻不得耽搁，
不，连磨斧子的功夫都不许停留，
我的脑袋就得落地。

霍拉旭。
怎么可能？

哈姆雷特。
这是那道国书，你得空时细读。
但你可愿听我如何行事？

霍拉旭。
请您务必讲。

哈姆雷特。
我既身陷如此重重奸谋的罗网之中——
我还没来得及为我的头脑拟一段开场白，
它们便已开演了这场戏——我坐了下来，
拟了一道新的国书，用工整的字迹誊清：
我从前曾像我们那些政客一样，
认为字迹工整是种低贱，还曾费心
想忘掉那门学问；可是，先生，这回
它可为我立了大功。你可想知道
我写了什么内容？

霍拉旭。
是的，我的好殿下。

哈姆雷特。
以国王之名发出的一道郑重的谕令，
言及英格兰既是他忠实的属国，
双方间的爱谊应如棕榈般繁茂，
和平则应永远戴着它的麦穗花冠，
像一个逗号连接起他们的情谊，
再加上诸如此类许多语气庄重的“既此”与“鉴于”，
要求他，在过目并知晓这些内容之后，
不得有任何或大或小的迟疑，
立即将传书之人处死，
连忏悔的时间都不许给予。

霍拉旭。
这国书如何加封？

哈姆雷特。
嘿，连这件事上苍也有安排。
我衣袋里正带着我父亲的私印，
那正是丹麦国玺的模型：
我将那文书仿照原件的样式折好，
签了字；加盖了印；妥帖放好，
那掉包的文书从未被人发觉。此后，到第二天，
便是我们的海战，这之后的事情
你已经知道了。

霍拉旭。
这么说吉尔登斯吞和罗森格兰兹是送死去了。

哈姆雷特。
嘿，伙计，他们可是自己巴结这趟差事的。
他们沾不到我的良心；他们的覆灭
乃是咎由自取。
当卑劣之辈投身于
强大对头之间激烈交锋的刀光剑影之中，
那是危险的。

霍拉旭。
唉，这是怎样的一位国王啊！

哈姆雷特。
依你看，这难道不是我此刻必须做的事？——
他杀了我的国王，奸淫了我的母亲，
挤进我的选举与我的期望之间，
还抛出钓钩来谋取我本人的性命，
用这等欺诈——用这只手臂了结他，
难道不是最心安理得的事？让这侵蚀我们天性的毒疮
继续作恶而不加阻止，
难道不是该遭天谴？

霍拉旭。
他不久定会从英格兰得知
那边事情的究竟。

哈姆雷特。
用不了多久。这空当儿就归我了；
一个人的性命，不过是说声“一”的工夫罢了。
可是，我的好霍拉旭，我非常抱歉，
竟在雷欧提斯面前那样忘形失态；
因为从他的处境看来，我见到
与我本人如出一辙的写照。我得去争取他的好感。
但确实是他那伤痛所炫耀的悲情，
激得我火冒三丈。

霍拉旭。
静一静，谁来了？

〔奥斯里克上。〕

奥斯里克。
大人您回丹麦来，真是万分欢迎。

哈姆雷特。
卑微地道谢了，先生。〔对霍拉旭〕你认识这只水虻吗？

霍拉旭。
不认识，大人。

哈姆雷特。
那你更走运了；因为认识他正是一桩罪过。他有许多
良田沃土；让一头畜生做了群兽之王，他的马槽
也能摆到国王的餐桌旁。这不过是只寒鸦；可是，如我所说，
粪土上倒是广阔得很。

奥斯里克。
亲爱的大人，倘若您此刻得闲，我想禀告一件
国王陛下差遣的事。

哈姆雷特。
我必抖擞精神，洗耳恭听。请把您的帽子派上
正确的用场；那是戴在脑袋上的。

奥斯里克。
多谢大人，天实在热得很。

哈姆雷特。
不，听我说，天冷得很，风正从北面吹来。

奥斯里克。
的确有点儿冷，大人，确实。

哈姆雷特。
依我看，对我的体质来说，这天气炎热得很，闷热。

奥斯里克。
极其闷热，大人；真是闷热，——简直——我说不上来这天气。
可是，大人，国王陛下命我告知您，他已
在您头上押了一笔大赌注。先生，事情是这样的，——

哈姆雷特。
劳驾，别忘了，——

〔哈姆雷特示意他戴上帽子。〕

奥斯里克。
不用了，真心实意地说；我这样自在，真心实意。先生，近日
雷欧提斯来到了宫中；请相信我，这可是一位十足的绅士，具备
种种最出色的长处，举止极为文雅，仪表极为出众。说实话，
要深刻谈到他，他简直就是绅士风度的典范或标杆；因为
您会发现，他身上汇集了一个绅士所愿见到的全部条件。

哈姆雷特。
先生，您对他的定义在他身上毫无减损，不过我知道，若要把他的优点一一开列，定会让记忆的算术都转晕，可那也只是一艘快帆船尾的偏航罢。但说到真心赞扬，我认为他是一个优点极多的人，他的秉性如此精粹而罕有，若要真正描述他，唯有他的镜像能与他比肩，旁人若要追寻他的影子，也只能得其阴影，再没别的了。

奥斯里克。
殿下论及他时，话语绝无谬误。

哈姆雷特。
这关涉何事呢，先生？我们为何要把这位绅士裹进我们更粗糙的气息里？

奥斯里克。
先生？

霍拉旭。
难道用另一种话就没法听懂吗？您一定能做到的，先生，真的。

哈姆雷特。
提及这位绅士的名字，意欲何为？

奥斯里克。
是说雷欧提斯吗？

霍拉旭。
〔旁白〕他的钱袋已经空了，所有的金字儿都花光了。

哈姆雷特。
说的是他，先生。

奥斯里克。
我知道您并非不知——

哈姆雷特。
我倒但愿您知道，先生；可说真的，即便您知道，也未必能为我增光多少。嗯，先生？

奥斯里克。
您并非不知雷欧提斯是何等卓越——

哈姆雷特。
这话我可不敢承认，免得我要跟他较量卓越；不过要真正了解一个人，先得认清自身。

奥斯里克。
先生，我指的是他的武器；就众人对他的推许而言，在他那一手中，他是无人能及的。

哈姆雷特。
他用什么武器？

奥斯里克。
长剑与短刀。

哈姆雷特。
那是他两样武器了。也罢，请说下去。

奥斯里克。
先生，国王已用六匹巴巴里好马与他打赌，而他也押下了赌注，据我所知，是六柄法国长剑和短刀，连同其配件，如腰带、挂件之类。其中有三套挂件，说真的，极为悦目，与剑柄相配极佳，甚是精巧的挂件，且构思极为洒脱。

哈姆雷特。
您所称的挂件是什么？

霍拉旭。
〔旁白〕我就知道您非得看了边注才能弄明白，说完之前免不了这一遭。

奥斯里克。
先生，挂件就是悬挂佩剑之物。

哈姆雷特。
若我们真能在腰间挂上大炮，这话倒更贴切些。在那之前，我但愿就叫它挂件吧。不过请接着说。六匹巴巴里好马对六柄法国剑，连同其配件，外加三套构思洒脱的挂件——这便是法国人的赌注对丹麦人的赌注。这一切，照您的话说，为何“押下”了呢？

奥斯里克。
国王陛下，先生，已规定您与他在十二个回合中，他对您只让三招。他原本定的是十二对九。若殿下肯予赐复，便可立即比试。

哈姆雷特。
我若回一个“不”字呢？

奥斯里克。
大人，我是指您亲自出场比试。

哈姆雷特。
先生，我就在这厅里走走。若陛下不介意，此刻正是我一天的舒活时刻。把钝剑拿来，只要那位绅士愿意，国王又不变主意，我便尽力替他赢；若赢不了，我不过赚些羞耻，再挨几下而已。

奥斯里克。
我就这样原样回禀么？

哈姆雷特。
大意如此，先生，细节随您的天性去铺排就是了。

奥斯里克。
谨向殿下致敬。

哈姆雷特。
不客气，不客气。
〔奥斯里克下。〕
他做得对，自己夸自己，因为没别人会替他说话。

霍拉旭。
这只田凫是顶着蛋壳就跑了。

哈姆雷特。
他吃奶之前还得先奉承一下乳头呢。他这种人，还有那一帮我不屑一提、却被这浮渣时代所宠爱的同类，不过学会了些坊间的调子和应酬的皮毛而已；这是一种发酵的杂烩货色，偏偏能帮他们混过那些最烂熟的场面；可是，只要对他们吹口气试试，这些泡沫就全破灭了。

一贵族上。

贵族。
殿下，陛下差小奥斯里克来通报，他回去说您在大厅等候。陛下差我来问，您是否仍愿与雷欧提斯比试，还是想再延些时候？

哈姆雷特。
我主意不变，一切随国王高兴。他若方便，我随时可以。现在也好，任何时候也好，只要我像现在一样使得出力。

贵族。
国王、王后，还有众人都下来了。

哈姆雷特。
来得正好。

贵族。
王后希望您在比剑之前，对雷欧提斯说些客气的话。

哈姆雷特。
她的教训很好。
〔贵族下。〕

霍拉旭。
殿下，您会输掉这场赌约的。

哈姆雷特。
我看未必。自从他去法国以后，我一直勤练不辍。我在这让招的优势下可以赢。不过你想不到，我这心里说不出的难受：可是，没关系。

霍拉旭。
哪里，好殿下……

哈姆雷特。
这不过是傻气罢了；可又是那样一种心里挖挖捏捏的感觉，仿佛能叫一个女人不安。

霍拉旭。
您若心里厌烦什么，就依从它。我去拦阻他们过来，只说您身体不适。

哈姆雷特。
绝不，我们藐视预兆。一只麻雀的坠落亦有特殊的天意。倘若注定是现在，就不会是将来；倘若不是将来，就会是现在；倘若不是现在，将来也总会到来。准备就绪便是一切。既然没有人能拥有他所离弃的任何东西，提早离弃又有什么关系？

〔国王、王后、雷欧提斯、众贵族、奥斯里克及持花剑的侍从等上。〕

国王。
来，哈姆雷特，来，从我手里接过这只手。

〔国王将雷欧提斯的手放入哈姆雷特手中。〕

哈姆雷特。
请您原谅，先生。我有负于您；
但念在您是位君子，原谅我吧。
在场诸位都知道，您也必定听说过，
我如何为重度的精神失常所折磨。
我所做的
任何可能粗暴触怒您的天性、荣誉和反感的事，
我在此宣告，皆是疯狂所致。
是哈姆雷特伤害了雷欧提斯吗？决不是哈姆雷特。
若哈姆雷特迷失了自我，
当他不是自己时伤害了雷欧提斯，
那便不是哈姆雷特所为，哈姆雷特否认。
那是谁做的？他的疯狂。若真如此，
哈姆雷特也属于受害者一方；
他的疯狂正是可怜哈姆雷特之敌。
先生，在此众人面前，
让我对这蓄意之恶的否认，
在您最宽宏的念头中解脱我至此：
我好似将箭射过屋顶，
伤了我的兄弟。

雷欧提斯。
我在天性上感到满意，
在这件事上，天性最应激起我的复仇之念。
但在我的荣誉准则上，
我持保留态度，不愿和解，
直到由几位公认的荣誉长者裁定，
我获得和解的依据与先例，
使我的名声不受玷污。但在此之前，
我接受你奉献的友爱如同友爱，
不会加以辜负。

哈姆雷特。
我欣然接受，
并愿爽快地履行这场兄弟间的赌约。——
拿花剑来；来吧。

雷欧提斯。
来，给我一把。

哈姆雷特。
雷欧提斯，我愿做您的陪衬；以我之愚拙，
您的剑技将如最黑夜里的星辰，
格外耀眼夺目。

雷欧提斯。
您在嘲笑我，先生。

哈姆雷特。
不，我以这只手起誓。

国王。
奥斯里克，把花剑递给他们。哈姆雷特贤侄，
你知道赌约吗？

哈姆雷特。
很清楚，陛下。
陛下把优势压在了较弱的一方。

国王。
我不担心。我见过你们二人比试；
但既然他更胜一筹，我们自然占优。

雷欧提斯。
这把太重了。让我换一把。

哈姆雷特。
这把中意。这些花剑都一样长吗？

〔他们准备比试。〕

奥斯里克。
是，大人。

国王。
把那几壶酒给我摆在那张桌子上。
要是哈姆雷特刺中第一剑或第二剑，
或者在第三回合交手中抵挡住一击，
就让所有城垛上的大炮一齐发射；
国王要为哈姆雷特更顺畅的呼吸举杯，
并且要把一颗珍珠投进酒杯，
比连续四位国王
戴在丹麦王冠上的那颗还要贵重。把杯子给我；
然后让铜鼓向号角传话，
号角向城外的炮手传话，
大炮向天空，天空向大地，
“现在国王为哈姆雷特干杯。”来，开始吧。
你们裁判，可要留心看好。

哈姆雷特。
来吧，先生。

雷欧提斯。
来，大人。

〔两人比剑。〕

哈姆雷特。
一剑。

雷欧提斯。
没有。

哈姆雷特。
请裁判。

奥斯里克。
中了，清清楚楚一剑。

雷欧提斯。
好；再来。

国王。
且慢，给我酒。哈姆雷特，这颗珍珠归你了；
为你的健康干杯。

〔号角齐鸣，城内炮声隆隆。〕

把杯子给他。

哈姆雷特。
我先比完这一回合；把杯子暂且放一边。

〔两人比剑。〕

来。又是一剑；你怎么说？

雷欧提斯。
擦着了，擦着了，我承认。

国王。
我们的儿子要赢了。

王后。
他太胖了，喘不上气。
来，哈姆雷特，拿我的手帕，擦擦你的额头。
王后为你的好运举杯痛饮，哈姆雷特。

哈姆雷特。
多谢，好夫人。

国王。
乔特鲁德，别喝。

王后。
我要喝，陛下；请您原谅我。

国王。
〔旁白。〕 那是下了毒的酒；太迟了。

哈姆雷特。
我还不敢喝，夫人。等一会儿。

王后。
来，让我给你擦擦脸。

雷欧提斯。
陛下，我现在就要刺中他。

国王。
我不信。

雷欧提斯。
〔旁白。〕 可是这几乎违背我的良心。

哈姆雷特。
来第三回合，雷欧提斯。你只是在敷衍。
我请你，使出你最凶狠的力量来进攻。
我怕你在拿我当孩子耍。

雷欧提斯。
你这么想？来吧。

〔两人比剑。〕

奥斯里克。
两边都没中。

雷欧提斯。
现在接招吧！

〔雷欧提斯刺伤哈姆雷特；随后，在一阵扭打中，两人交换了剑，哈姆雷特刺伤雷欧提斯。〕

国王。
分开他们；他们动怒了。

哈姆雷特。
不，再来！

〔王后倒地。〕

奥斯里克。
快看王后那儿，喂！

霍拉旭。
两边都流血了。这是怎么了，大人？

奥斯里克。
你怎么了，雷欧提斯？

雷欧提斯。
唉，像一只山鹬撞进了自己设的套子，奥斯里克。
我是活该被自己的奸诈害死。

哈姆雷特。
王后怎么了？

国王。
她看见他们流血，晕过去了。

王后。
不，不，那酒，那酒！啊，我亲爱的哈姆雷特！
那酒，那酒！我中毒了。

〔死去。〕

哈姆雷特。
啊，卑鄙！嗬！把门锁上：
这是背叛！把它搜出来。

〔雷欧提斯倒下。〕

雷欧提斯。
就在这里，哈姆雷特。哈姆雷特，你被刺中了。
世上没有药物能救你的命；
你活不到半小时了；
那背信弃义的兵器就在你手里，
开了刃，还涂了毒。这肮脏的把戏
反害了我自己。瞧，我躺在这儿，
再也起不来了。你的母亲中了毒。
我说不下去了。国王，国王是罪魁。

哈姆雷特。
剑尖也有毒！
那么，毒药，干你的活儿吧。

〔刺中国王。〕

奥斯里克与贵族们。
叛国！叛国！

国王。
啊，朋友们，保护我一下。我只是受了伤。

哈姆雷特。
拿去，你这乱伦、杀人的、该死的丹麦人，
把这杯药喝干。你的珍珠在这儿吗？
跟我母亲去吧。

〔国王死去。〕

雷欧提斯。
他得到应得的报应。
那毒药是他自己调制的。
宽恕我，也让我宽恕你吧，高贵的哈姆雷特。
我父亲的死，还有我的死，都不归罪于你，
你的死也别归罪于我。

〔死去。〕

哈姆雷特。
上天宽宥你的罪！我随你去了。
我死了，霍拉旭。不幸的王后，再见。
你们这些面孔惨白、面对这场变故发抖的人，
你们不过是这幕戏里的哑角或看客，
倘若我还有时间——可是这无情的衙役，死神，
拘捕起来毫不容情——啊，我可以告诉你们——
但就此算了吧。霍拉旭，我死了，
你还活着；把我的行为和我的缘由
如实向那些不明真相的人报告。

霍拉旭。
别这样想。
我与其说是丹麦人，不如说是古罗马人。
这儿还剩着一些酒。

哈姆雷特。
你既然是个男子汉，
把杯子给我。松手，老天在上，我一定要拿过来。
啊，好霍拉旭，倘若事情就这样不明不白，
我这伤损的名声，留给后世的将是何等面貌。
你若当真把我放在你的心里，
那就暂且别登极乐，
留在这冷酷的人间忍痛喘息，
把我的故事讲出来。

〔远处行军声，内有炮响。〕

这阵战鼓和兵器声是怎么回事？

奥斯里克。
小福丁布拉斯，从波兰凯旋归来，
正向英国来的使臣
鸣炮致敬。

哈姆雷特。
啊，我要死了，霍拉旭。
那烈性的毒药彻底压倒了我的元气；
我等不及听英国那边的消息了，
可是我预言，丹麦会选中福丁布拉斯。
他已经得到我临终的这一票。
就这样告诉他，连同那些大大小小、
引出这一切的枝节。其余的，唯有沉默。

〔死去。〕

霍拉旭。
一颗高贵的心碎裂了。晚安，亲爱的王子，
愿天使的歌队歌唱着送你安息。
这鼓声为什么往这边来了？

〔内有行军声。〕

〔福丁布拉斯、英国使臣等上。〕

福丁布拉斯。
这场面在哪儿？

霍拉旭。
您要看的是什么？
若为悲痛或奇事，请止步吧。

福丁布拉斯。
这一堆猎物宣告着屠戮。骄傲的死亡啊，
在你那永恒的墓穴里，要摆设何等的盛宴，
竟让你一击之下，将如此多的王侯
血腥地击倒？

使臣甲。
这景象实在惨淡；
我们从英国带来的消息也来得太迟。
那本该倾听我们的耳朵已失去知觉，
我们要告诉他，他的命令已经执行，
罗森格兰兹和吉尔登斯吞已经死了。
我们该向谁领受感谢？

霍拉旭。
不会从他的嘴里，
即使他的嘴唇还有生命来向您道谢。
他从未下过命令处死他们。
但既然你们，恰巧在这血案发生之际，
一个从波兰战事，一个从英国，
都赶到了此地，就请下令把这些遗体
高置于台上，让众人观看，
并容我对这尚不知情的世界
讲述这一切如何发生。你们将听到
淫欲、血腥、违背天理的行径，
种种意外的裁决、偶然的杀戮，
由诡计和胁迫造成的死亡，
以及，最终的结局，那些害人的机关
落回到设计者自己的头上。这一切我
能够据实陈述。

福丁布拉斯。
我们赶紧去听吧，
并召请那些最高贵的人前来听讲。
至于我，我怀着悲痛拥抱我的命运。
在这王国里我有一些旧日可追忆的权利，
现在正是我提出主张的有利时机。

霍拉旭。
关于这一点，我也有话要说，
而且是从他的口中说出，他的声音会引来更多的拥护。
但眼下先完成这件事吧，
趁着人心还在动荡，免得更多的变故
因密谋和失误而发生。

福丁布拉斯。
让四位队长
像战士一样把哈姆雷特抬到台上，
因为他若有机会被拥立为王，
定会证明自己是最尊贵的君王；为他的逝去，
让军乐齐鸣，让战礼
为他高声宣告。
抬起这些遗体。这样的景象
在战场上才算相宜，在此处却显得极不协调。
去吧，命令士兵们鸣枪。

〔哀兵进行曲。〕

〔众人抬遗体下，随后一阵炮声齐鸣。〕