0.21Enter Barnardo and Francisco, two sentinels. Who's there?
Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
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,
91310And I am sick at heart.
Have you had quiet guard?
Not a mouse stirring.
Well, good night.
1314If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
141715The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
I think I hear them.--Stand, ho! Who is there?
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Oh, farewell, honest soldiers. Who hath relieved you?
Barnardo hath 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,
283330And will not let belief take hold of him,
293431Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
303532Therefore I have entreated him along,
313633With us to watch the minutes of this night,
323734That if again this apparition come
333835He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile,
354138And let us once again assail your ears,
364239That are so fortified against our story,
374340What we have two nights seen.
Well, sit we down,
384542And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
Last night of all,
404744When yond same star that's westward from the pole
414845Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven
424946Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
435047The bell then beating one--
Peace, break thee off! Look where it comes again!
In the same figure like the King that's dead.
Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Looks 'a not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
It would be spoke to.
Speak to it, Horatio.
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
516057Together with that fair and warlike form
526158In which the majesty of buried Denmark
536259Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee speak!
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.
586965Is not this something more than fantasy?
Before my God, I might not this believe
617268Without the sensible and true avouch
Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
647672Such was the very armor he had on
657773When he the ambitious Norway combated.
667874So frowned he once, when in an angry parle
677975He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
708278With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
In what particular thought to work I know not,
728480But in the gross and scope of mine opinion
738581This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
758783Why this same strict and most observant watch
768884So nightly toils the subject of the land,
778985And with such daily cost of brazen cannon
789086And foreign mart for implements of war,
799187Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
809288Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
819389What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
829490Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day?
839591Who is't that can inform me?
That can I.
849793At least the whisper goes so: our last King,
859894Whose image even but now appeared to us,
869995Was as you know by Fortinbras of Norway,
8710096Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,
8810197Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
8910298For so this side of our known world esteemed him--
9010399Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact
91104100Well ratified by law and heraldry
92105101Did forfeit, with his life, all these his lands
93106102Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror;
94107103Against the which a moiety competent
95108104Was gagèd by our King, which had return
96109105To the inheritance of Fortinbras
97110106Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same comart
98111107And carriage of the article design
99112108His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
101114110Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
102115111Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes
103116112For food and diet to some enterprise
104117113That hath a stomach in't, which is no other,
105118114As it doth well appear unto our state,
107120116And terms compulsatory those foresaid lands
108121117So by his father lost. And this, I take it,
109122118Is the main motive of our preparations,
110123119The source of this our watch, and the chief head
111124120Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.
I think it be no other but e'en so.
113124.2122Well may it sort that this portentous figure
114124.3123Comes armèd through our watch so like the King
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
119124.8128The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
130126140But soft, behold, lo, where it comes again!
131127141I'll cross it though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!
131.1It spreads his arms. 132128142If thou hast any sound or use of voice,
134If there be any good thing to be done
135130144That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
137131146If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
138132147Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
140133149Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
141134150Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
142135151For which, they say, your spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it. Stay and speak! Stop it, Marcellus!
Shall I strike it with my partisan?
Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis here.
'Tis here.
'Tis gone.
149142158We do it wrong, being so majestical,
152145161And our vain blows malicious mockery.
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
And then it started like a guilty thing
155148164Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
156149165The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
157150166Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
158151167Awake the god of day, and, at his warning,
159152168Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
160153169Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies
161154170To his confine; and of the truth herein
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
164157173Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
165158174Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,
166159175This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
167160176And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad;
168161177The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
169162178No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
170163179So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
172165181But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
173166182Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
174167183Break we our watch up, and by my advice
175168184Let us impart what we have seen tonight
176169185Unto young Hamlet, for, upon my life,
177170186This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
178171187Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it
179172188As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Let's do 't, I pray, and I this morning know
181174190Where we shall find him most convenient.