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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?

Horatio

As thou art to thyself:

Such was the very armour he had on

When he th'ambitious Norway combated;

So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle

He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

'Tis strange.

Marcellus

Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Horatio

In what particular thought to work I know not;

But in the gross and scope of my opinion,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Marcellus

Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,