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In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch,

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The apparition comes. I knew your father;

These hands are not more like.

Hamlet

But where was this?

Marcellus

My lord, upon the platform where we watch.

Hamlet

Did you not speak to it?

Horatio

My lord, I did;

But answer made it none: yet once methought

It lifted up it head, and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak.

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,

And vanish'd from our sight.

Hamlet

'Tis very strange.

Horatio

As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;

And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

Hamlet

Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch tonight?

Marcellus and Barnardo

We do, my lord.

Hamlet

Arm'd, say you?

Both

Arm'd, my lord.

Hamlet

From top to toe?

Both

My lord, from head to foot.

Hamlet

Then saw you not his face?

Horatio

O yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.

Hamlet

What, look'd he frowningly?

Horatio

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Hamlet

Pale, or red?

Horatio

Nay, very pale.

Hamlet

And fix'd his eyes upon you?

Horatio

Most constantly.

Hamlet

I would I had been there.

Horatio

It would have much amaz'd you.

Hamlet

Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

Horatio

While one with moderate haste might tell

                         a hundred.

Marcellus and Barnardo

Longer, longer.

Horatio

Not when I saw't.

Hamlet

His beard was grizzled, no?

Horatio

It was, as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silver'd.

Hamlet

I will watch tonight;

Perchance 'twill walk again.

Horatio

I warrant you it will.

Hamlet

If it assume my noble father's person,

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

Let it be tenable in your silence still;

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well.