Act One Scene Four
Sub-scene
Two
The
ghost arrived
“Could
it be him? Let me speak to him the way he may understand.” Hamlet took to
approach the ghost. The ghost was seen in his bathrobe and nightcap. He was
floating toward Hamlet along the wall.
“Angels
and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, be thy intents wicked or
charitable.” Hamlet spoke. “Thou com’st in such a questionable shape.”
“Who
are thee? That I will speak to thee. I’ll call thee “Hamlet,” “King,” “Father,”
“Royal Actor” O, answer me!”Hamlet called out. His voice raised above the
swinging music from the castle. It was his acting voice trained to carry far
into the hall and his audience’s ears.
“Let
me not burst in ignorance, but tell why thy canonized bones, hearsèd in death
have burst their cerements? Why the sepulcher, wherein we saw thee quietly
interred, hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws?” Hamlet insistence to hear
the ghost’s explanation.
“You
mean the King did return here?” Marcellus quivered in fright.
“To
cast thee up again. What may this mean thou, corpse, again in complete steel,
revisits thus the glimpses of the moon.” Hamlet points in the direction of the
burial mound. “Making night hideous, and we the 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?” Hamlet looked at the ghost.
“It
beckons me to follow it.” Hamlet saw the ghost wave its right hand. “It begs to
go there.”
“Hold
your action, my Prince. It’s dark there. Please don’t follow. We may lose track
of you.”
“It
won’t speak lest I followed. I will do so to know of its voice.” Hamlet took
the stride forward.
“What
if it tempts 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 assumed some other
horrible form, which might deprive your sovereignty of reason and draw you
into ….. madness? Think of it.” Marcellus had taken the sense of the possible
calamities that may unfold.
“Marcellus,
we have no sea nearby. Silence will do you better than a voice.” Horatio
snapped at his twin. He then turned to Hamlet.
“Caution,
my Prince.”
“There
is no sea nearby but a moat that is behind us. Its depth un-measured but to drown
I may. It’s the very place puts toys of desperation; without more motive, into
every brain
That looks like so many fathoms to the sea, and hears it roar beneath.”
Hamlet said as if he was in the play Tempest facing the storm.
“You
shall not go, my Prince.” Horatio held Hamlet back.
“Unhand me. I shall go. By heaven, I’ll make a ghost
of him that lets me! 95
I say, away!—Go on. I’ll follow thee.” Hamlet left with the ghost leaving
Horatio and Marcellus behind.
“What are we to do?” Marcellus chose to speak. “We
were to meet only.”
“The Prince waxes desperate with imagination. He
believes the ghost more than we.” Horatio replied.
“Do we follow then? We are the night guards here.”
Marcellus asked.
“What are we to guard at night? Ghosts or enemies or
both as they are. I think we are best to retire lest our sanity is taken to
break.” Marcellus then looked to the castle where the celebration was still on.
“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark? A death celebrated with joy
instead of remembrance of memories.”
“If it’s, let Heaven be the judge.” Horatio then led
Marcellus into the trail after Hamlet.
“To madness, we will entertain.” Horatio voiced out.
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