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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. “Hamlet,” Horatio began, in a?quiet voice. “I think I saw your father last night.” Hamlet leaped up. “What?” Horatio told him about the?ghost’s visit the night before. “I have to see this for myself,” said?Hamlet. That night, they went up to the battlements to wait. Drunken yells echoed around the castle courtyard. “What’s that noise?” asked Horatio. “Hic!” “My uncle Claudius is having a party to celebrate marrying my mother,” said Hamlet, bitterly. “The guests came for my father’s?funeral and stayed on.” As the clock struck midnight the?ghostly figure appeared once more.? “Father?” cried Hamlet. “Speak to?me! What do you want?”? The ghost beckoned to him and?Hamlet stepped closer