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Enter HORATIO and MARcellus.

Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is Hor. Friends to this ground.

Fran. Give you good

Who hath relieved you?

Give you good night.



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Bernardo hath my place.


Holla! Bernardo!



What, is Horatio there?


A piece of him.

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy;

And will not let belief take hold of him,

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
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.
Hor. Tush! Tush! t'will not appear.

Sit down awhile;

And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.


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 illumine that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,

The bell then beating one,

[again! Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes

1 make good the testimony of our eyes.

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. Mar. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, and Ber. It would be spoke to. [wonder. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Together with that fair and warlike form,


[night, Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,

In which the majesty of buried Denmark


Mar. It is offended.


See! it stalks away.

[Exit Ghost.

Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, speak.

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look

Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you of it?


Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe,

Without the sensible and true avouch

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,

So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.

"Tis strange.

[hour, Mar. Thus, twice before, and just at this dead With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know 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 knows,

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?


That can I;

Our last king,

At least, the whisper goes so.
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,

Dar'd 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 seiz'd of, to the conqueror :
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart 1
And carriage of the article design'd,

His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

Of unimproved mettle3 hot and full,

Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,


For food and diet, to some enterprize

That hath a stomach in't; which is no other
(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;


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The source of this our watch; and the chief head
Of this poste-haste and romage' in the land.
Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so:
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the 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,
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,2
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,-
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,—3
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-

Re-enter Ghost.

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again !
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,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me:

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

• tumultuous hurry.

2 the moon.

3 the omen coming on, is, the approaching dreadful and portentous event.



Extortes treasure in the womb of earth,
Bee which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
[Cock crows.

Town. Shail Estrike at it with my partizan?
tay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus.
Hen Do if it will not stand.

"Tis here!

"Tis here!

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[Exit Ghost.

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The comper to the morn,

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