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ACT I. SCENE 1,
Elsineur. A Platform before the Palace. FRANCISCO
on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO.
Bernardo. Who's there? Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold your
self. Ber. Long live the king! Fran. Bernardo ? Ber. He, Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour, , Ber, 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to-bed,
Ber. Have you bad quiet guard?
, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste,
Enter HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.
Mar. O, farewel, honest soldier :
Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.
[Exit FRANCISCO. Mar. Holla! Bernardo !
Hor. A piece of him.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our phantasy ; 30 And will not let belief take hold of hin, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : Therefore I have intreated 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. Hor. Tush! tush! twill not appear.
Ber. Sit down a while ;
* 40 What we two nights have seen,
Hor. Well, sit we down,
Ber. Last night of all,
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, Horatio. Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, and
wonder, Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to 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 bury'd Denmark Did sometime march? by heaven I charge thee,
speak. Mar. It is offended,
60 Ber. See ! it stalks away.
Hor. Hor. Stay; speak; I charge thee, speak,
[Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe,
Mar. Is it not like the king ?
Hor. As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated ; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polack on the ice. 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and just at this dead
hour, With martial stalk he hath gone by our watch.
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, . 80
Why such impress of ship-wrights, whose sore task
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other 1 (As it doth well appear unto our state) | But to recover of us, by strong hand, And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands