Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 35 Ber. Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, Enter Ghost. 40 Mar. Peace, break thee off! comes again! Look, where it 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 night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark 50 Mar. It is offended. Ber. See, it stalks away! Hor. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! [Exit Ghost. Horatio! You tremble and look Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, pale. Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Mar. Of mine own eyes. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself. Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. 'Tis strange. 55 60 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 knows, Why this same strict and most observant So nightly toils the subject of the land, 75 80 85 90 95 Hor. Why such impress of shipwrights, whose Does not divide the Sunday from the week. day, Who is't that can inform me? That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. For so this side of our known world esteemed Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a sealed compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Was gaged by our king; which had returned Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same And carriage of the article designed, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there And terms compulsatory, those foresaid So by his father lost; and this, I take it, head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Ber. I think it be no other but e'en so. 105 Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the 110 king That was and is the question of these wars. Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted 115 Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: 125 130 135 140 145 And even the like precurse of fierce events, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Re-enter Ghost. But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, 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 Speak of it; stay, and speak! [Cock crows.] Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor. Do, if it will not stand. We do it wrong, being so majestical, |