124 FRATRICIDE PUNISHED. OR

Hor. On my life it is a ghost, and looks just like the late king of Denmark.
Fran. He Dears himself sadly, and seems as if he wanted to say something.
Hot, Tnere is some mystery in this.
SCKNE IV. — HamUt.
Sec, Sent, Who's there?

Ham, Hush !

Sec. Sent. Who's there ?

Ham. Hush !

Sec, Sent, Answer, or I'll teach thee better mannere

Ham. A friend !

Sec. Sent. What friend?

Ham, Friend to the kingdom.
Fran, By my life, it is the Prince.
Har, Your highness, is it you or not ?

Ham, What ! are you here, Horatio ? What brings you here ?

Hor, Your highness, I have gone \yisitirt'] the rounds to see that every one is at
his post.
Ham, That's like an honest soldier, for on you rests the safety of the king and
kingdom.
Hor, Your highness, a strange thing has happened : regularly every quarter ol
an hour a ghost appears ; and, to my mind, he is very like the dead king, your
father. He does much harm to the sentinels on this post.
Ham. I hope not ; for the souls of the pious rest quietly till the time of their
resurrection.
Hor, Yet so it is, your highness. I've seen it myself.
Fran, And he frightened me very much, your highness.
Sec, Sent, And he gave me a sound box on the ear.
Ham, What time is it ?

Fran, It is just midnight.
Ham, Good ! — just the time when ghosts, if they walk, show themselves.
[Healths again^ and trumpets. '\ Holloa! what is this?

Hor. I fancy that at court they are still jolly with their toasts.
