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Can I demand.
But I can give thee more:
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Eseunt.
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For I will raise her statue in pure gal;
There shall no figure at such rate be say
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
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Some shall be pardon'd, and some Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
; } Officers.
SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the
Ber. Long live the King! Fran.
He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed,
Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Not a mouse stirring.
Enter HORATIO and Marcellus. Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand! Who's there?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Oh! farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you? Fran.
Bernardo has my place. Give you good night.
Holla! Bernardo! Ber.
Say. What! is Horatio there? Hor.
A piece of him. Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What! has this thing appear'd again to
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy;
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Sit down awbile;
Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all, When yond' same star, that's westward from the Pole, Had made his course t'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. Ber. In the same figure like the King that's dead.