If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Fran. I think I hear them. - Stand, ho! Who's there? Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Horatio. Friends to this ground. And liegemen to the Dane. Ber. Welcome, Horatio : welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. 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: With us, to watch the minutes of this night; Sit down a while; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. 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 t' 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! Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. [Exit Ghost. 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. But in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Mar. Good now, sit down; and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Did forfeit with his life all those his lands, Which he stood seiz'd on, to the conqueror : To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same cov'nant, And carriage of the articles' design, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't: which is no other And terms compulsative, those 'foresaid lands [Ber. I think it be no other, but e'en so: The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: ୮ ] As, stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, And prologue to the omen coming on Have Heaven and Earth together demonstrated Enter Ghost. But, soft! behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion! Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, [Cock crows. Speak of it stay, and speak! - Stop it, Marcellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor. Do, if it will not stand. Ber. Hor. Mar. 'Tis gone. 'Tis here! 'Tis here! [Exit 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. Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, |