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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
MARCELLUS, } Officers.
BERNARDO, 1 ou
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors,
Messengers, and other Attendants.
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him, BERNARDO.
Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold Yourself.
Ber. Long live the king
Fran. For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Not a mouse stirring.
Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS. Fran. I think I hear them.— Stand, ho! Who's there? Hor. Friends to this ground, Mar.
And liegemen to the Dane. Fran. Give you good night. Mar.
O, farewell, honest soldier ; Who hath relieved you? Fran.
Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.
[Exit FRANCISCO. Mar.
A piece of him.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy;
Hor. Tush, tush! 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile;
Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all, When yon 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. 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. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar.
Speak to't, 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 Did sometimes march? By Heaven, I charge thee, speak. Mar. It is offended. Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak : speak, I charge thee speak.
[Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look pale; Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it?