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Ber.

Say. What, is Horatio there? Hor.

A piece of him. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.

[night? Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again toBer. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ;
And will not let belief take hold of him,
Toucbing 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! 'twill not appear.
Ber.

Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nigbts have seen.
Hor.

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 it, 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?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes. Mar.

Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norw combate So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polack on the ice. 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this

dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I

know not; 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, be

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? Hor.

That can I ; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fontinbras 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 com

pact, 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 inberitance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co

mart, And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras Of unimproved mettle 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 enterprise That hath a stomach in't: which is no other (As it doth well appear onto 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 post-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 Július 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 fierce events,As harbingers preceding still the fates, And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demoustrated 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, 0, speak! Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

(Cock crows. Speak of it:-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcel

lus.
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Ber.

'Tis here!
Hor.

'Tis here! Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Erit 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. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock

crew. Hor. 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 sbrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day: and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein. This present object made probation.

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets

strike,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Hor. 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 eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart

what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to bim: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning

know Where we shall find him most convenient.

(Ereunt SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the same. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, POLONIOS, LA

ERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamletour dear brother's

death The memory be green: and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole king

dom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy',With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in mar

riage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, wbich have freely gone With this atfair along :-For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortin

bras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ; Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

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