So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe HORATIO Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!Įxit Ghost MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer.īERNARDO How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale: HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,ĭid sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak! HORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder. MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar speak to it, Horatio.īERNARDO Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,Įnter Ghost MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off look, where it comes again!īERNARDO In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Had made his course to illume that part of heaven When yond same star that's westward from the pole With us to watch the minutes of this night Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: MARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, MARCELLUS What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Stand, ho! Who's there?Įnter HORATIO and MARCELLUS HORATIO Friends to this ground.īERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.įRANCISCO I think I hear them. Enter to him BERNARDO BERNARDO Who's there?įRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.įRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.īERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve get thee to bed, Francisco.įRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, A platform before the castle.įRANCISCO at his post.
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