WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR'S HAMLET, YUGIOH STYLE

Act 1 scene one Tristian: who's there?

Bakura: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Tristian: Long live the king!

Bakura: Tristian?

Tristian: He.

Bakura: You come most carefully upon your hour.

Tristian: tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Bakura.

Bakura: For this relief much thanks. `Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.

Tristian: have you had quiet guard?

Bakura: Not a mouse stirring.

Tristian: well, good night. If you do meet Malik and Joey, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Bakura: I think I hear them. Stand, ho who is there?

Malik: Friends to this ground.

Joey: And liegeman to the dane.

Bakura: Give you good night.

Joey: O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?

Bakura: Tristian hath my place. Give you good night. [Exits]

Joey: holla! Tristian!

Tristian: Say- what, is Malik there?

Malik: A piece of him.

Tristian: Welcome, Malik. Welcome, good Joey.

Joey: What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?

Tristian: I have seen nothing.

Joey: Malik says `tis but our fantasy, and will not let belief take hold of him. Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along. With us to watch the minutes of this night, that if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Malik: Tush, tush, `twill not appear.

Tristian: Sit down awhile, and let us once again assail your ears, that are so fortified against our story, what we have two nights seen.

Malik: Well, sit we down, And let us hear Tristian speak of this.

Tristian: Last night of all, when yond same star that's westward from the pole had made his course to illume that part of heaven where now it burns, Joey and myself, thw bell then beating one-[enter ghost]

Joey: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!

Tristian: In the same figure like the king that's dead.

Joey: Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Malik.

Tristian: looks it not the king? Mark it, Malik.

Malik: most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

Tristian: It would be spoke to.

Joey: Question it, Malik.

Malik: What art thou usurp'st this time of night, together with that fair warlike form in witch the majesty of buried Denmark. Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee, speak!

Joey: It is offended.

Tristian: see, it stalks away!

Malik: Stay! Speak, Speak! [Exit ghost]

Joey: `Tis gone And will not answer
Tbc I wanted to stop here I`ll finish this scene in the next chapter ja ne