Well may it sort that this portentous figureД¬omes armed through our watch so like the king Of this post-haste and romage in the land.Д«ERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so: The source of this our watch and the chief head So by his father lost: and this, I take it, That hath a stomach in't which is no other-ДЄnd terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there Had he been vanquisher as, by the same covenant, Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror: Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,Дared to the combat in which our valiant Hamlet-ДЇor so this side of our known world esteem'd him-Дid slay this Fortinbras who by a seal'd compact,Дid forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, What might be toward, that this sweaty hasteДoth make the night joint-labourer with the day:ДЄt least, the whisper goes so. Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore taskДoes not divide the Sunday from the week So nightly toils the subject of the land,ДЄnd why such daily cast of brazen cannon, Why this same strict and most observant watch MARCELLUS Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state. HORATIO In what particular thought to work I know not Д«ut in the gross and scope of my opinion, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. MARCELLUS Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, 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!Д®xit Ghost MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer.Д«ERNARDO How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale: HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,Дid 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.Д«ERNARDO Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.

Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,Д®nter Ghost MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off look, where it comes again!Д«ERNARDO 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?Д®nter HORATIO and MARCELLUS HORATIO Friends to this ground.Д«ERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.ДЇRANCISCO I think I hear them. Enter to him BERNARDO BERNARDO Who's there?ДЇRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.ДЇRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.Д«ERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve get thee to bed, Francisco.ДЇRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, A platform before the castle.ДЇRANCISCO at his post.

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