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Hamlet
Chapter 1 The dead king It was a bitterly cold night in the kingdom of Elsinore, in Denmark. Three men huddled together on the battlements of the King's castle. They were waiting for someone.
A young man named Horatio stood with two of the King's guards. “ I think you were seeing things last night, " he began. I don't believe in gho. . . “ Shh! ” hissed one of the guards. " It's here. . . ” Horatio gasped. A shadowy figure had appeared beside them.
“ It looks exactly like the King! ” cried Horatio, in terror. “ The dead King. Why are you here?" he asked the figure. “ Please, speak. " But the ghost shook its head and did not reply. As the sun began to rise, he faded away into thin air. cock-a-doodle-doo! “ I must tell Hamlet, " said Horatio. Hamlet was his best friend, and the dead King's son.
Prince Hamlet had been utterly miserable since his father died. He kept to himself and dressed mostly in black. Just one month after Hamlet lost his father, his mother had married the new King, his uncle. It made Hamlet's blood boil.
How could she forget his father so quickly? He was suspicious about his father's death, too. It had been so sudden. All these thoughts churned over and over in his mind. When Horatio came to see Hamlet the next morning, his friend was sitting alone and looking very gloomy indeed.
