Name: Hamlet - Laurence Olivier | 1948
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'Tis now struck 12. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

- Not a mouse stirring. - Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, the rivals of my watch,

I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?

- Friends to this ground. - And liegemen to the Dane.

Farewell, honest soldier. Who has relieved you?

Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.

- Holla! Bernardo! - Say, what, is Horatio there?

Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

What... has this thing appeared again tonight?

Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy and will not let belief take hold of him,

touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.

Therefore I've entreated him along with us to watch the minutes of this night,

that if again this apparition comes he may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Let us once again assail your ears that are so fortified against our story,

Well, sit we down and let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

when yon same star that's westward from the pole

had made his course into that part of heaven where now it burns,

Marcellus and myself, the bell then beating one...

In the same figure like the dead king, Hamlet.

Thou art a scholar - speak to it, Horatio.

Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.

- It would be spoke to. - Question it, Horatio.

If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me.

that may to thee do ease and grace to me, oh, speak.

How now, Horatio. You tremble and look pale.

Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't?

without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes.

- Is it not like the King? - As thou art to thyself.

It was about to speak when the cock crew.

And then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons.

I have heard the cock, that is the herald to the morn,

doth, with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat,

And at its warning, the wandering and uneasy spirit hies to its confine.

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

the bird of dawning singeth all night long.

And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad.

No planets strike. No fairy takes nor witch hath power to charm.

So have I heard. And do, in part, believe it.

But look. The morn, in russet mantle clad,

walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

let us impart what we have seen tonight unto young Hamlet.

For upon my life, this spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Though yet of Hamlet, our dear brother's death, the memory be green

and that it us befitted to bear our hearts in grief

and our whole kingdom to be contracted in one brow of woe,

yet, so far, hath discretion fought with nature

that we, with wisest sorrow, think on him

with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage

in equal scale, weighing delight and dole,

Nor have we herein barred your better wisdoms,

which have freely gone with this affair along.

Ah. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane and lose your voice.

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Hamlet - Laurence Olivier | 1948

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