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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?

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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 :
Therefore I have entreated 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.

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
Had made his course to 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 from Castle c

Ber.

In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Looks it not like the king?

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
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

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Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frowned 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 hath he gone by our watch.
Horatio.

In what particular thought to work I know not;
But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
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,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!

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,
Speak of it :-stay, and speak!

'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
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singcth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike;
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Break we our watch up: and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

[Exeunt c

Scene Second. {

ELSINORE. A ROOM OF STATE IN THE
CASTLE.

[Enter the King, Queen, Polonius, Laertes, Lords,
and Attendants.

King.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green; and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe;

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.

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