1.1.0.23Enter Barnardo and Francisco, two sentinels. Who's there?
Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold
6yourself.
Long live the King!
Barnardo?
He.
You come most carefully upon your hour.
'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco,
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
Have you had quiet guard?
Not a mouse stirring.
Well, goodnight.
1.1.13If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
1.1.1417The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
I think I hear them.--Stand! Who's there?
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Barnardo has my place. Give you good night.
Holla, Barnardo!
Say, what, is Horatio there?
A piece of him.
Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
I have seen nothing.
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
1.1.2833And will not let belief take hold of him,
1.1.2934Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
1.1.3035Therefore I have entreated him along
1.1.3136With us, to watch the minutes of this night,
1.1.3237That if again this apparition come
1.1.3338He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Sit down awhile,
1.1.3541And let us once again assail your ears,
1.1.3642That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen. Well, sit we down,
1.1.3845And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
Last night of all,
1.1.4047When yond same star that's westward from the pole
1.1.4148Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven
1.1.4249Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
Peace, break thee off!
52Look where it comes again!
In the same figure like the King that's dead.
Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
It would be spoke to.
It would be spoke to. Question it, Horatio.
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
1.1.5160Together with that fair and warlike form
1.1.5261In which the majesty of buried Denmark
1.1.5362Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee speak!
It is offended.
It is offended. See, it stalks away.
Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee, speak!
'Tis gone, and will not answer.
How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
1.1.5869Is not this something more than fantasy?
Before my God, I might not this believe
1.1.6172Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes. Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
1.1.6476Such was the very armor he had on
1.1.6577When [he] th'ambitious Norway combated.
1.1.6678So frowned he once, when in an angry parle
1.1.6779He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,
1.1.7082With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
In what particular thought to work I know not,
1.1.7284But in the gross and scope of my opinion
1.1.7385This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
1.1.7587Why this same strict and most observant watch
1.1.7688So nightly toils the subject of the land,
1.1.7789And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
1.1.7890And foreign mart for implements of war;
1.1.7991Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
1.1.8092Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
1.1.8193What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
1.1.8294Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day?
Who is't that can inform me? That can I.
1.1.8497At least the whisper goes so: our last King,
1.1.8598Whose image even but now appeared to us,
1.1.8699Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
1.1.87100Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,
1.1.88101Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
1.1.89102(For so this side of our known world esteemed him)
1.1.90103Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact
1.1.92105Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
1.1.93106Which he stood seized on, to the conqueror;
1.1.94107Against the which a moiety competent
1.1.95108Was gagèd by our King, which had returned
1.1.97110Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant
1.1.99112His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
1.1.101114Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
1.1.102115Sharked up a list of landless resolutes,
1.1.104117That hath a stomach in't, which is no other
1.1.105118(And it doth well appear unto our state)
1.1.107120And terms compulsative those foresaid lands
1.1.108121So by his father lost. And this, I take it,
1.1.110123The source of this our watch, and the chief head
1.1.111124Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.
1.1.112126But soft, behold: lo, where it comes again!
1.1.113127I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!
1.1.117That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
1.1.119131If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
1.1.124135For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
1.1.125136Speak of it. Stay and speak!--Stop it, Marcellus!
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis here.
'Tis here.
'Tis gone.
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
1.1.138149The cock, that is the trumpet to the day,
1.1.139150Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
1.1.140151Awake the god of day, and, at his warning,
1.1.141152Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
1.1.146157Some says that ever 'gainst that season comes
1.1.147158Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,
1.1.148159The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
1.1.149160And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;
1.1.150161The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
1.1.151162No fairy talks, nor witch hath power to charm,
1.1.152163So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
1.1.154165But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
1.1.155166Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
1.1.159170This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
1.1.160171Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
1.1.161172As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Let['s] do't, I pray, and I this morning know
1.1.163174Where we shall find him most conveniently.