Marcellus and Barnardo (the two guards on duty) bid H'ratio about the apparition those gents has't seen twice anon. H'ratio believes t is tush tush, so Marcellus and Barnardo begeth H'ratio to cometh with that gent and seeth f'r himself.
it looks liketh the dead King Hamlet!
Horatio
let's wend bid young hamlet about this.
H'ratio, thou art well did educate, speaketh to t.
the apparition appears again!
Marcellus
King Claudius announces his feather-bed to his courti'rs. That gent sayeth that gent mourns f'r his broth'r, but did marry his jointress to bringeth delighteth to Denmark. Claudius eke indicates yond young F'rtinbras hast writ to that gent, demanding Claudius to surrend'r the landeth King Hamlet wonneth from F'rtinbras' fath'r. That gent sends C'rnelius and Voltimand with a lett'r f'r the King of N'rway.
Hamlet
Ev'ryone, i has't a lot to bid thee.
Claudius
Gertrude
Cornelius
Voltimand
Ophelia
Bef're La'rtes leaves to France, that gent bids goodbye to his sist'r Ophelia. We learneth yond Prince Hamlet hast been seeing Ophelia as La'rtes warns h'r yond that gent is not the right sir. Their fath'r, Polonius, ent'rs and gives advice to La'rtes, and f'rbids Ophelia from seeing Prince Hamlet.
i promiseth fath'r.
Laertes
Goodbye, mine own sist'r ophelia.
Distance yourself from Prince Hamlet, thee knoweth that gent puts kingdom ov'r thee.
And Ophelia, gage me thee shall stayeth hence from Prince Hamlet.
My son Laertes, prepareth yourself f'r school. Treateth thy cater-cousins well, dresseth appropriately, and hark m're than talketh.
Polonius
Hamlet wast on gaze with H'ratio and Marcellus, waiting f'r the apparition to appeareth. The apparition appears and motions f'r Hamlet to cometh to t. H'ratio and Marcellus attempteth to stand ho that gent. but faileth, as Hamlet walks towards the apparition.
Hamlet, doth not.
Let go of me!
I has't to wend, the apparition is calling me.
The ghost tells Hamlet that he is his father's ghost. The ghost proceeds to tell Hamlet that his uncle Claudius had murdered him, and asks Hamlet to seek vengeance for his murder. The ghost tells Hamlet to allow God to punish her mother.
Oh, god!
My son, t is me, thy fath'r.
Your uncle Claudius murd'r'd me. Taketh revenge f'r mine own murd'r, and alloweth God amerce thy moth'r.