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'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;7

      That, if again this apparition come,

      He may approve our eyes,8 and speak to it.

      Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.

      Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears,

      That are so fortified against our story,

      What we two nights have seen.9

      Hor. Well, 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 L.H.

      Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

      Hor. Most like:—it harrows me with fear and wonder.10

      Ber. It would be spoke to.

      Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.

      Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,11

      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.

      [Ghost crosses to R.]

      Ber.

      See! it stalks away!

      Hor. Stay!—speak!—speak, I charge thee, speak!

      [Exit Ghost, R.H.]

      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 heaven, I might not this believe,

      Without the sensible and true avouch12

      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 Norway combated.

      Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour,13

      With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

      Hor. In what particular thought to work,14 I know not;

      But in the gross and scope15 of mine opinion,

      This bodes some strange eruption to our state.16

      In the most high and palmy17 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.

      Re-enter Ghost R.H.

      But, (L.C.) soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!

      I'll cross it, though it blast me.

      [Horatio crosses in front of the Ghost to R. Ghost crosses to L.]

      Stay, illusion!

      If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,18

      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!

      O, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,19

      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

      Speak of it:—stay, and speak!

      [Exit Ghost, L.H.]

      Mar. 'Tis gone!

      We do it wrong, being so majestical,

      To offer it the show of violence.

      Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

      Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing

      Upon a fearful summons.20 I have heard,

      The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,

      Doth with his lofty21 and shrill-sounding throat

      Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,

      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

      The extravagant and erring spirit22 hies

      To his confine.

      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 him.

      [Exeunt, L.H.]

      Scene II.—A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.

      Trumpet March.

      Enter the King and Queen, preceded by Polonius, Hamlet, Laertes23, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

      King. R.C. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

      The

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