If Hamlet give the first or second hit，Or quit in answer of the third exchange， Let all the battlements their ordnance fire；The king shall drink to Hamlet’s better breath； And in the cup an union shall he throw， Richer than that which four successive kingsIn Denmark’s crown have worn. Give me the cups； And let the kettle to the trumpet speak，The trumpet to the cannoneer without，
The cannons to the heavens， the heavens to earth， ‘Now the king drinks to Hamlet！’ Come， begin； And you， the judges， bear a wary eye.
HAMLETCome on， sir.
LAERTESCome， my lord. ［They play.］
HAMLETOne.
LAERTESNo.
HAMLETJudgment.
OSRICA hit， a very palpable hit.
LAERTESWell； again.
KINGStay； give me drink. Hamlet， this pearl is thine；Here’s to thy health. Give him the cup. ［Trumpets sound； and cannon shot off within.］HAMLETI’ll play this bout first； set it by awhile. Come. —［They play］. Another hit； what say you？
LAERTESA touch， a touch， I do confess.
KINGOur son shall win.
QUEENHe’s fat， and scant of breath.
Here， Hamlet， take my napkin， rub thy brows； The queen carouses to thy fortune， Hamlet.
HAMLETGood madam！
KINGGertrude， do not drink.
QUEENI will， my lord； I pray you， pardon me.
KING［Aside］ It is the poison’d cup！ it is too late. HAMLETI dare not drink yet， madam； by and by. QUEENCome， let me wipe thy face.
LAERTESMy lord， I’ll hit him now.
KINGI do not think’t.
LAERTES［Aside.］ And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.
HAMLET Come， for the third， Laertes. you but dally； I pray you， pass with your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me. LAERTES Say you so？ come on.［They play.］ OSRICNothing， neither way.
LAERTESHave at you now.
［LAERTES wounds HAMLET； then， in scuffling， they change rapiers， andHAMLET wounds LAERTES.］
KINGPart them！ they are incens’d.
HAMLETNay， come， again. ［The QUEEN falls.］OSRICLook to the queen there， ho！
HORATIOThey bleed on both sides. How is it， my lord？
OSRICHow is’t， Laertes？
LAERTESWhy， as a woodcock to mine own springe， Osric； I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.
HAMLETHow does the queen？
KINGShe swounds to see them bleed.
QUEENNo， no， the drink， the drink， —O my dear Hamlet！
The drink， the drink！ I am poison’d. Dies. HAMLETO villany！ Ho！ let the door be lock’d： Treachery！ Seek it out. ［LAERTES falls.］LAERTES
It is here， Hamlet. Hamlet， thou art slain； No medicine in the world can do thee good； In thee there is not half an hour of life；The treacherous instrument is in thy hand， Unbated and envenom’d. The foul practise Hath turn’d itself on me； lo！ here I lie， Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poison’d：
I can no more. The king， the king’s to blame.
HAMLET
The point envenom’d too！—
Then， venom， to thy work. ［Stabs the KING.］ ALLTreason！ treason！
KINGO！ yet defend me， friends； I am but hurt.
HAMLETHere， thou incestuous， murderous， damned Dane， Drink off this potion； Is thy union here？
Follow my mother. ［KING dies.］
LAERTESHe is justly serv’d：
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me， noble Hamlet： Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee， Nor thine on me！ ［Dies］HAMLETHeaven make thee free of it！ I follow thee.
I am dead， Horatio. Wretched queen， adieu！
You that look pale and tremble at this chance， That are but mutes or audience to this act， Had I but time， —as this fell sergeant， death， Is strict in his arrest， —O， I could tell you— But let it be. Horatio， I am dead；Thou liv’st； report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.
HORATIONever believe it：
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane： Here’s yet some liquor left.
HAMLETAs thou’rt a man，
Give me the cup： let go； by heaven， I’ll have’t. O god Horatio， what a wounded name，Things standing thus unknown， shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart，Absent thee from felicity awhile，
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain，To tell my story. ［March afar off， and shot within.］
49
Romeo and Juliet
罗密欧与朱丽叶（节选）
Romeo. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
JULIET appears aloft at a window
But， soft！ what light through yonder window breaks？ It is the east， and Juliet is the sun.
Arise， fair sun， and kill the envious moon， Who is already sick and pale with grief，That thou， her maid， art far more fair than she. Be not her maid， since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it： cast it off. It is my lady， O it is my love；O that she knew she were.
She speaks， yet she says nothing. what of that？ Her eye discourses： I will answer it.
I am too bold：’tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven， Having some business， do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there， they in her head？
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars 20 As daylight doth a lamp； her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so brightThat birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand！
O that I were a glove upon that hand， That I might touch that cheek.
Juliet.Ay me！
Romeo.She speaks.
O speak again， bright angel， for thou artAs glorious to this night， being o’er my head， As is a wingéd messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturnéd wondering eyes 30 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-passing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Juliet. O Romeo， Romeo！ Wherefore art thou Romeo？ Deny thy father and refuse thy name；Or， if thou wilt not， be but sworn my love， And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo. Shall I hear more， or shall I speak at this？
Juliet ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thy self， though not a Montague.
40 O be some other name！ What’s Montague？ It is nor hand， nor foot， nor arm， nor face， Nor any part belonging to a man.
What’s in a name？ That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would， were he not Romeo called， Retain that dear perfection which he owes， Without that title. Romeo， doff thy name； And for thy name， which is no part of thee， Take all myself.
