Dramatis Personae. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to the GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet. OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius. Ladies, Gentlemen, Players, AND ATTENDANTS. SCENE-Elsinore. HAMLET TRAVESTIE. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. A Room of State in the Palace. KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. King. THO' by our dismal phizzes plain 'tis seen Laertes. My Lord, that's true: I have a mighty wish to learn to dance, B King. Your suit is granted. Laertes. Sire, I'm much your debtor. King. Then brush! the sooner you are off the better. Exit Laertes. (To Hamlet) Cheer up, my son and cousin, never mind Hamlet. A little more than kin, and less than kind. King. Why hang the clouds still on you? Come, have done. Hamlet. You're out, my Lord: I'm too much in the sun. Queen. Come, Hamlet, leave off crying; 'tis in vain, Hamlet. Aye, Madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee? Hamlet. Talk not to me of seems—when husbands die, But I have that within you can't take from me- King. Cheer up, my hearty: tho' you've lost your dad, Your father lost a father; and 'tis certain Death o'er your great-grandfather drew the curtain. You've mourn'd enough: 'tis time your grief to smother; Don't cry; you shall be king some time or other. Queen. Go not to Wittenberg, my love, I pray you. Hamlet. Mamma, I shall in all my best obey you. King. Well said, my lad! Cheer up! (6) no more foul weather:We'll meet anon, and all get drunk together. [Flourish of trumpets and drums--- Exeunt all but Hamlet. SONG.-HAMLET. (Tune-" Derry Down.") A ducat I'd give if a sure way I knew How weary, how profitless, stale, and how flat, Not worth living for-things rank and gross hold it merely. Derry down, &c. Two months have scarce pass'd since dad's death, and my mother, Like a brute as she is, has just married his brother.- We can't make a silk purse of the ear of a sow. Derry down, &c. So fondly he lov'd her, I've oft heard him tell her, .66 My dear, take my belcher (c) to tie round your head." Why, zounds! she'd hang on him, as much as to say, Derry down, &c. To marry my uncle! my father's own brother!- Derry down, &c. Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Hamlet. My lads, I'm glad to see you. I implore You'll tell me what brought you to Elsinore. [To Horatio. |