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Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle.
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter BARNARDO.
Barnardo Who's there?
Francisco Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
Barnardo Long live the king!
Francisco Barnardo?
Barnardo He.
Francisco You come most carefully upon your hour.
Barnardo 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
Francisco For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Barnardo Have you had quiet guard?
Francisco Not a mouse stirring.
Barnardo Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Francisco I think I hear them. Stand ho! Who is there?
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Horatio Friends to this ground.
Marcellus And liegemen to the Dane.
Francisco Give you good night.
Marcellus O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Francisco Barnardo hath my place. Give you good night.
[Exit.
Marcellus Holla, Barnardo!
Barnardo Say, what, is Horatio there?
Horatio A piece of him.
Barnardo Welcome Horatio. Welcome good Marcellus.
Horatio What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Barnardo I have seen nothing.
Marcellus 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.
Horatio Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Barnardo Sit down a while,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we have two nights seen.
Horatio Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
Barnardo 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-
Enter GHOST.
Marcellus Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again!
Barnardo In the same figure like the king that's dead.
Marcellus Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.
Barnardo Looks a' not like the king? Mark it, Horatio.
Horatio Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
Barnardo It would be spoke to.
Marcellus Question it, Horatio.
Horatio 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!
Marcellus It is offended.
Barnardo See, it stalks away.
Horatio Stay, speak, speak! I charge thee speak!
[Exit GHOST.
Marcellus 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Barnardo How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?
Horatio Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Marcellus Is it not like the king?
Horatio As thou art to thyself.
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frowned he once when in an angry parle
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
'Tis strange.
Marcellus Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Horatio In what particular thought to work I know not,
But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Marcellus 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?
Horatio That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so: our last king,
Whose image even but now appeared to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,
Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-
For so this side of our known world esteemed him-
Did slay this Fortinbras, who, by a sealed compact
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit with his life all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror;
Against the which a moiety competent
Was gagd by our king, which had returned
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same cov'nant
And carriage of the article designed,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimprovd metal hot and full,
Hath, in the skirts of Norway here and there,
Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
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,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this posthaste and rummage in the land.
Barnardo I think it be no other but e'en so.
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armd through our watch, so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.
Horatio 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,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse;
And even the like precurse of feared events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
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.
[GHOST spreads its arms.
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
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, your spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it, stay and speak!
[The cock crows.
Stop it, Marcellus.
Marcellus Shall I strike it with my partisan?
Horatio Do, if it will not stand.
Barnardo 'Tis here!
Horatio 'Tis here!
Marcellus 'Tis gone!
[Exit GHOST.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Barnardo It was about to speak when the cock crew.
Horatio And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day, and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine; and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
Marcellus It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
Horatio So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen tonight
Unto young Hamlet, for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Marcellus Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most convenient.
[Exeunt.