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· HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
Elsinore. A platform before the castle. Francisco at his post. Enter to him Bernardo.
Ber. Who's there?
self. Ber. Long live the king! Fran. Bernardo? 5 Ber. He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed,
Francisco. · Fran. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter
cold, “And I am sick at heart. 10 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
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
And liegeman to the Dane. 15
0, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you? Fran.
Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.
Holla! Bernardo! Ber.
Say, What, is Horatio there? Hor.
A piece of him. Der Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. 20 L!O". What, has this thing appeared again
And will not let belief take hold of him
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Sit down awhile, 30
Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 85 Ber. 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,
Enter Ghost. 40 Mar. Peace, break thee off! Look, where it
comes again! 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,
Horatio. Hor. Most like; it harrows me with fear and
wonder. 45 Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar.
Question it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou that usurp’st this time of
Together with that fair and warlike form
thee, speak! 60 Mar. It is offended. Ber.
See, it stalks away! Hor. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee, spcak!
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
What think you on't?
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes. Mar.
Is it not like the king?
Such was the very armour he had on
'Tis strange. Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead 65
hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our
watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know
not; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that 70
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose
• That can I; 80 At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appeared to us,
Hamlet85 For so this side of our known world esteemed