[FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO]
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| BERNARDO | Who's there? |
| FRANCISCO | Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. |
| BERNARDO | Long live the king! |
| FRANCISCO | Bernardo? |
| BERNARDO | He. |
| FRANCISCO | You come most carefully upon your hour. |
| BERNARDO | 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. |
| FRANCISCO | For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, |
| And I am sick at heart. |
| BERNARDO | Have you had quiet guard? |
| FRANCISCO | Not a mouse stirring. | 10 |
| BERNARDO | Well, good night. |
| If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, |
| The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. |
| FRANCISCO | I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
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[Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]
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| HORATIO | Friends to this ground. |
| MARCELLUS | And liegemen to the Dane. |
| FRANCISCO | Give you good night. |
| MARCELLUS | O, farewell, honest soldier: |
| Who hath relieved you? |
| FRANCISCO | Bernardo has my place. |
| Give you good night. |
[Exit]
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| MARCELLUS | Holla! Bernardo! |
| BERNARDO | Say, |
| What, is Horatio there? |
| HORATIO | A piece of him. |
| BERNARDO | Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. | 20 |
| MARCELLUS | What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? |
| BERNARDO | I have seen nothing. |
| MARCELLUS | Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, |
| And will not let belief take hold of him |
| Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
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| 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, 'twill not appear. |
| BERNARDO | Sit down awhile; | 30 |
| And let us once again assail your ears, |
| That are so fortified against our story |
| What we have two nights seen. |
| HORATIO | Well, sit we down, |
| And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. |
| BERNARDO | Last night of all, |
| 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,--
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[Enter Ghost]
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| MARCELLUS | Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! | 40 |
| BERNARDO | In the same figure, like the king that's dead. |
| MARCELLUS | Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. |
| BERNARDO | Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. |
| HORATIO | Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder. |
| BERNARDO | It would be spoke to. |
| MARCELLUS | Question 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! |
| MARCELLUS | It is offended. |
| BERNARDO | See, it stalks away! | 50 |
| HORATIO | Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
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[Exit Ghost]
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| MARCELLUS | 'Tis gone, and will not answer. |
| BERNARDO | 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. |
| MARCELLUS | Is it not like the king? |
| HORATIO | As thou art to thyself: |
| Such was the very armour he had on | 60 |
| When he the ambitious Norway combated; |
| So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, |
| He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. |
| 'Tis strange. |
| MARCELLUS | Thus twice before, and jump 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. |
| MARCELLUS | Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, | 70 |
| Why this same strict and most observant watch |
| So nightly toils the subject of the land, |
| And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, |
| And foreign mart for implements of war; |
| Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task |
| Does not divide the Sunday from the week; |
| What might be toward, that this sweaty haste |
| Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day: |
| Who is't that can inform me? |
| HORATIO | That can I; |
| At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, | 80 |
| Whose image even but now appear'd to us, |
| Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, |
| Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, |
| Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-- |
| For so this side of our known world esteem'd him-- |
| Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact, |
| Well ratified by law and heraldry, |
| Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands |
| Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror: |
| Against the which, a moiety competent | 90 |
| Was gaged by our king; which had return'd |
| To the inheritance of Fortinbras, |
| Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant, |
| And carriage of the article design'd, |
| His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, |
| Of unimproved mettle hot and full, |
| Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there |
| Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, |
| For food and diet, to some enterprise |
| That hath a stomach in't; which is no other-- | 100 |
| As it doth well appear unto our state-- |
| But to recover of us, by strong hand |
| And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands |
| So by his father lost: and this, I take it, |
| Is the main motive of our preparations, |
| The source of this our watch and the chief head |
| Of this post-haste and romage in the land. |
| BERNARDO | I think it be no other but e'en so: |
| Well may it sort that this portentous figure |
| Comes armed through our watch; so like the king | 110 |
| That was and is the question of these wars. |
| HORATIO | A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. |
| In the most high and palmy state of Rome, |
| A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, |
| The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead |
| Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: |
| As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, |
| Disasters in the sun; and the moist star |
| Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands |
| Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: | 120 |
| And even the like precurse of fierce events, |
| As harbingers preceding still the fates |
| And prologue to the omen coming on, |
| Have heaven and earth together demonstrated |
| Unto our climatures and countrymen.-- |
| But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
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[Re-enter Ghost]
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| 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, | 130 |
| That may to thee do ease and grace to me, |
| Speak to me: |
| [Cock crows] |
| 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! Stop it, Marcellus. |
| MARCELLUS | Shall I strike at it with my partisan? | 140 |
| HORATIO | Do, if it will not stand. |
| BERNARDO | 'Tis here! |
| HORATIO | 'Tis here! |
| MARCELLUS | 'Tis gone!
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[Exit Ghost]
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| We do it wrong, being so majestical, |
| To offer it the show of violence; |
| For it is, as the air, invulnerable, |
| And our vain blows malicious mockery. |
| BERNARDO | 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, | 150 |
| 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: and of the truth herein |
| This present object made probation. |
| MARCELLUS | It faded on the crowing of the cock. |
| Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes |
| Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, |
| The bird of dawning singeth all night long: | 160 |
| And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; |
| The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, |
| No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, |
| So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. |
| HORATIO | So have I heard and do in part believe it. |
| But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, |
| Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward 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, | 170 |
| This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. |
| Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, |
| As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? |
| MARCELLUS | Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know |
| Where we shall find him most conveniently.
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| [Exeunt] |
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