Scene First. irst. { ELSINORE. A PLATFORM BEFORE THE CASTLE. FULL STAGE. MOONLIGHT. [Francisco, as sentinel on guard, discovered at his post. Enter to him Bernardo. Who's there? Ber. Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold yourself. 'T is now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, Ber. Have you had quiet guard ? Fran. Not a mouse stirring. Ber. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Fran. I think I hear them. - Stand, ho! Who's there? [Exit Francisco. HAMLET. Ber. Welcome, Horatio :--welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. What! has this thing appeared again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says 't is but our fantasy, Horatio. Tush, tush, 't will not appear. Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Horatio. Well, let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Last night of all, Ber. When yond' same star that's westward from the pole Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! [Enter Ghost from Castle C. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that 's dead. Horatio. Most like:-it harrows me with fear and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Horatio. 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! It is offended. Mar. Ber. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! Mar. 'T is gone, and will not answer. Ber. [Exit Ghost R. I. E How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale: What think you on 't? Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Horatio. As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated; 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and just at this dead hour, Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; This bodes some strange eruption to our state. But, soft, behold! lo where it comes again! [Re-enter Ghost R. 2 E I'll cross it, though it blast me. - Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it:-stay, and speak ! 'T is gone. Mar. [Exit Ghost L. 1. E. Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew, 1 |