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Tuesday, 13 September 2011 08:45

 

 

Greetings ... in the day of the Pink Flame of Love ... on Mars-day ... the Pink day,

   ... And is my pleasure ... to gift unto Thee ... the very words that the Hamlet's Ghost spoke out to Hamlet, his son ... in a claim for vengeance ... A wrath but still silent vengeance.

   I will offer two ... the specific words as well the Full words regarding the Scene IV+V in Act I - "Platform"+"Another part of the Platform".

Specific Words from the Ghost:

Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.



SCENE IV. The platform.
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
HAMLET    The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIO    It is a nipping and an eager air.
HAMLET    What hour now?
HORATIO    I think it lacks of twelve.
HAMLET    No, it is struck.
HORATIO    Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
What does this mean, my lord?
HAMLET    The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
HORATIO    Is it a custom?
HAMLET    Ay, marry, is't:
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin--
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo--
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
HORATIO    Look, my lord, it comes!
Enter Ghost
HAMLET    Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
Ghost beckons HAMLET
HORATIO    It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
MARCELLUS    Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
HORATIO    No, by no means.
HAMLET    It will not speak; then I will follow it.
HORATIO    Do not, my lord.
HAMLET    Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
HORATIO    What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
HAMLET    It waves me still.
Go on; I'll follow thee.
MARCELLUS    You shall not go, my lord.
HAMLET    Hold off your hands.
HORATIO    Be ruled; you shall not go.
HAMLET    My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET
HORATIO    He waxes desperate with imagination.
MARCELLUS    Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
HORATIO    Have after. To what issue will this come?
MARCELLUS    Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
HORATIO    Heaven will direct it.
MARCELLUS    Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt


   SCENE V. Another part of the platform.

Enter GHOST and HAMLET


HAMLET    Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
Ghost    Mark me.
HAMLET    I will.
Ghost    My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAMLET    Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost    Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
HAMLET    Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost    So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
HAMLET    What?
Ghost    I am thy father's spirit,


Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love--


HAMLET    O God!
Ghost    Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
HAMLET    Murder!
Ghost    Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
HAMLET    Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost    I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:


'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.


HAMLET    O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ghost    Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,


With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
Exit
HAMLET    O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
Writing
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
I have sworn 't.
MARCELLUS   
HORATIO    Within
My lord, my lord,--
MARCELLUS    Within
Lord Hamlet,--
HORATIO    Within
Heaven secure him!
HAMLET    So be it!
HORATIO    Within
Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLET    Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
MARCELLUS    How is't, my noble lord?
HORATIO    What news, my lord?
HAMLET    O, wonderful!
HORATIO    Good my lord, tell it.
HAMLET    No; you'll reveal it.
HORATIO    Not I, my lord, by heaven.
MARCELLUS    Nor I, my lord.
HAMLET    How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
HORATIO   
MARCELLUS    Ay, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLET    There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
HORATIO    There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
HAMLET    Why, right; you are i' the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
HORATIO    These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
HAMLET    I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, 'faith heartily.
HORATIO    There's no offence, my lord.
HAMLET    Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
HORATIO    What is't, my lord? we will.
HAMLET    Never make known what you have seen to-night.
HORATIO   
MARCELLUS    My lord, we will not.
HAMLET    Nay, but swear't.
HORATIO    In faith,
My lord, not I.
MARCELLUS    Nor I, my lord, in faith.
HAMLET    Upon my sword.
MARCELLUS    We have sworn, my lord, already.
HAMLET    Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost    Beneath
Swear.
HAMLET    Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
truepenny?
Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
Consent to swear.
HORATIO    Propose the oath, my lord.
HAMLET    Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost    Beneath
Swear.
HAMLET    Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Never to speak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost    Beneath
Swear.
HAMLET    Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
HORATIO    O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
HAMLET    And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me: this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
Ghost    Beneath
Swear.
HAMLET    Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
They swear
So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
Exeunt

And I Giovanni (John) say ...  'Adieu ... Adieu, adieu. Remember me.

Giovanni A. Orlando.

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