SCENE I.—Elsinore. A platform before the Castle. Francisco on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Ber. Who's there?

Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold
Yourself.

Ber. Long live the king !
Fran. Bernardo?
Ber. He.
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HAMLET.

ACT І.

SCENE I.- Elsinore. A platform before the Castle. Francisco on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Ber. Who's there?

Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold
Yourself.

Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. Bernardo?
Ber. He.
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Frun. You come most carefully upon your hour.

Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Francisco.

Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.

Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Ber. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make baste.

Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.
Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is

there?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.
Fran. Give you good night.

Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you ?

Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.

[Exit Fran. Mar. Holla! Bernardo !

Ber. Say.
What, is Horatio there?

Hor. A piece of him.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio 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