Act One Scene Five
Sub-Scene
Three
The
hunt is on
“Horatio,
he speaks in tongues. Shall we clobber him senseless to bring him back?”
Marcellus motioned to Hamlet’s gibberish words. “I got my billy jack.”
“Nay,
Marcellus. Hamlet is in his element. He speaks in the way he was trained. I
need to check on his well-being and if you lay a hand on him, it will you to
talk in tongues soon.”
“My Prince! My Prince! Are you well?” Horatio
approached Hamlet.
“I will secure him.” Marcellus rushed toward Hamlet
but was stopped by Horatio.
“Hillo,
ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come!”
“What
news, my Prince? You met the ghost then?”
“Wonderful!”
“You
can tell us.” Horatio stood by Hamlet.
“Nay,
not a word. Not a whisper, I am telling you now. The King was done in the
foulest manner.” Hamlet said. “The Emperor did him that.”
“That
was …. Not expected. Does the …”
“My
mother had a hand in it.” Hamlet sighed. “She who looks plain yet deceitful.”
“It’s
true there is rotten in the state of Denmark.” Horatio sighed.
“I
am told to hush it. 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 hath business and
desire and my poor part,
I will go pray.” Hamlet bowed his head.
“These
are but wild and whirling words, my Prince.” Horatio looked to the Prince who
looked back.
“I
am sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, faith, heartily.” Hamlet smiled. “You
have my welfare in your care.”
“There’s
no offense, my Prince but …” Horatio was cut off.
“Yes,
by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offense, too. Touching this
vision here”, Hamler looked to where the ghost was floating. “It is an honest
ghost—that let me tell you for your desire to know what is between us. And us
alone.”
“O’ermaster
’t as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and
soldiers, Give me that one poor request.” Hamlet reached out to Horatio.
“What
is ’t, my lord? We will.” Horatio looked at the Prince.
“Never
make known what you have seen tonight.” Hamlet was stern in his words.
“My
Prince, we will not.” Horatio nodded.
“Nay,
but swear it, ” Hamlet demanded. “Never make known what you have seen tonight.”
“My
Prince, we will not.” Horatio and Marcellus voiced out in unison.
“Upon
your souls and mine,” Hamlet added.
“We
have sworn, my Prince…. Already.”
The
ghost cries under the ground where they stood. A voice heard only by Hamlet.
“Swear…”
“Ha,
ha, boy, sayst thou so? Art thou there, true penny?” Hamlet stomped the ground
with his feet. “Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage. They have sworn
not?”
“Propose
the oath, my Prince.” Horatio held steady to protect the Prince but the Prince
was looking at the ground.
“Rest,
rest, perturbèd spirit.” Hamlet turned to look at Horatio.
So,
gentlemen, with all my love I do commend myself to you, And what so poor a
man as Hamlet is. May do to express my 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 cursèd spite That ever I was
born to set it right!” Hamlet made his oath.
“Nay,
come, let’s go together.” Hamlet motioned to Horatio who follow him. Marcellus
stood there unsure of what had happened but reckon in his mind, the Prince may
indeed be mad.
“He
speaks in tongues.”
“Go
your way, Marcellus.” The one standing there turned icy cold on hearing his
name. He rushed to catch up with Horatio.
“Did
you call me just now?”
“I
did, and you here,” Horatio replied.
“How
thoughtful of you.” Marcellus proceeded to walk ahead lest he was left behind
again.
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