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If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Enter HoRATIo and MARCELLUs.
Horatio. Friends to this ground.
Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane.
Fran. Give you good night. *.
Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath reliev'd you ?
Fran. Bernardo has my place. Give you good night. - [Eacit FRANCIsco.
Mar. Holla Bernardo Ber. . . Say. What is Horatio there
Hor. A piece of him.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio : welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight o' .
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
Hor. Tush, tush ' 'twill not appear.
Ber. Sit down a while ; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. 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, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one, – Mar. Peace break thee off: look, where it comes again Enter Ghost. Ber. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the King mark it, Ho
ratio. Hor. Most like : — it harrows me with fear and wonder. . Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. - Question it, Horatio.
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the Majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march by Heaven I charge thee, speak || Mar. It is offended. Ber. See it stalks away. Hor. Stay ! speak, speak | I charge thee, speak . [Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio ! you tremble, and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy What think you on't Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the King : Hor. As thou art to thyself. Such was the very armour he had on, When he th’ ambitious Norway combated: So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour, . With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not ; But in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our State. Mar. Good now, sit down ; and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land * And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war : Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week 2 What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day Who is't that can inform me * Hor. - That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, (Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,) Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal’d compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, . Did forfeit with his life all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd on, to the conqueror:
And prologue to the omen coming on—
But, soft behold ! lo, where it comes again |
Ber. - 'Tis here !
Mar. 'Tis gone. - [Evit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the shew of violence; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing