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 haste. Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who's there? 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, 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; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Horatio. Tush, tush, 't will not appear. Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears, Horatio. Well, let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Last night of all, Ber. When yond' same star that's westward from the pole 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. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. [Exit Ghost R. 1. B How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on 't? Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Such was the very armour he had on 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and just at this dead hour, In what particular thought to work I know not; [Re-enter Ghost R. 2. E, I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! If there be any good thing to be done, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, 'T is gone. Mar. [Exit Ghost L. I. E. Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew. Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes [Exeunt c Scene Second. { ELSINORE. A ROOM OF STATE IN THE [Enter the King, Queen, Polonius, Laertes, Lords, King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, |