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ACT I SCENE I . Elsinore . A platform before the Castle . Enter Francisco and Barnardo , two sentinels . 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 . Enter Horatio and Marcellus . FRANCISCO . I think I hear them . Stand , ho ! Who is there ? HORATIO . Friends to this ground . MARCELLUS . And liegemen to the Dane . FRANCISCO . Give you good night . MARCELLUS . O , farewell , honest soldier , who hath reliev’d you ? FRANCISCO . Barnardo has 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 . MARCELLUS . What , has this thing appear’d 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 awhile , And let us once again assail your ears , That are so fortified against our story , What we two nights have 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 — MARCELLUS . Peace , break thee off . Look where it comes again . Enter Ghost . BARNARDO . In the same figure , like the King that’s dead . MARCELLUS . Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . BARNARDO . Looks it 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 ?
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