Act One Scene One
Sub-Scene
Six
The
ghost returns
Horatio
saw the ghost apparition float around but never came near to the.
“Wait, look! It has come again. I’ll meet it if it’s the last thing I do.
—Stay here, you hallucination!” Horatio called out. The ghost spreads its arms
and looked to the sky.
“If you have a
voice or can make sounds, speak to me ….
My king.” Horatio bowed to the ghost. “I will do your bidding.”
“Horatio,
you are…” Marcellus cut in.
“If there’s any good deed I can do that will bring you peace and my
honor, speak to me. If you have some secret knowledge of your country’s sad
fate—which might be avoided if we knew about it—then, please, speak.” Horatio
would not look up. “Or if you’ve got some buried treasure somewhere, which they
say often makes ghosts restless, then tell us about it. Stay and speak!”
It
was then the crow of the rooster resonated into the night.
“Is
it dawn now?” Barnados asked. He looked at his watch, it was only an hour that
passed since he met the other two. “The rooster…”
“Keep
it from leaving, Marcellus.” Horatio looked at the surrounding. He has not
heard of the rooster crows before in Denmark. It's madness that one even crows
then.
“Should
I …grab it?” Marcellus called out.
“Yes,
if it decides to leave. I will find the rooster and silence it.” Horatio
replied.
“It’s gone,” Barnados called out. “It leaves.”
“It’s gone. We were wrong to threaten it with …. violence since it looks
so much like a king. Besides, we can’t hurt it any more than we can hurt the
air. Our attack was stupid, futile, and wicked.” Marcellus cursed at himself.
"Now the King may not forgive me.”
“It
was to speak when the rooster crowed.” Barnados told Horatio. “Do we even have
a rooster?”
“Do
even ghosts exist?” Horatio shook his head in confusion. “And then it acted startled, like a guilty person caught by the law. I’ve
heard that the rooster awakens the god of the day with its trumpetlike crowing,
and makes all wandering ghosts, wherever they are, hurry back to their hiding
places. We’ve just seen proof of that.”
“It’s
not dawn as yet. My watch says nay.” Barnados lament while extending his left
arm.
“The
ghost did fade on the call of the rooster,” Marcellus said.
“Yes, I’ve heard the same
thing and sort of believe it. But look, morning is breaking beyond that hill in
the east, turning the sky red. Let’s interrupt our watch and go tell young
Hamlet what we’ve seen tonight. I’m sure this ghost that’s so silent with us
will speak to him. Don’t you agree that we owe it to him to tell him about
this, out of duty and love?” Horatio motioned to the treelines. The morning sun
was seen to climb above the tree lines.
Barnados placed the watch over his left ear to hear
its mechanism. It was still working but the sight of dawn was also real.
“The ghost is gone. Let us get into our new day
now.” Horatio said. “Much ado about …nothing.”
The sounds of footsteps told them of the change of
guards.
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