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1605. I. R. for N. L.

1637. R. Young, for Iohn Smethwicke No date. W. S. for Iohn Smethwicke.

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Bar. Long liue the king.

Fran. Barnardo.

Bar. Hee.

Stand and vnfold you

Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre.

Bar. Tis now ftrooke twelue, get thee to bed Francifco.
Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,

And I am fick at heart.

If

Bar. Haue you had quiet guard?

Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Bar. Well, good night:

you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus

The riuals of my watch, bid them make haft.

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Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Fran. I thinke I heare them, ftand ho, who is there?

Hor. Friends to this ground.

Mar. And leegemen to the Dane.

Fran. Giue you good night.

Mar. O, farewell honeft fouldiers, who hath relieu'd you?

Fran. Bernardo hath my place; giue you good night.

Mar. Holla, Barnardo.

Bar. Say what is Horatio there?

Hora. A peece of him.

Exit Fran.

Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,
Hora What ha's this thing appeard againe to night?
Bar. I haue feene nothing.

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Mar. Horatio fayes tis but a fantasie,

And will not let beleefe take hold of him,

Touching this dreaded fight twice feene of vs,

Therefore I haue intreated him along,

With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
That if againe this apparition come,

Hee may approue our eyes and speake to it.
Hora. Tufh, tufh, twill not appeare.
Bar. Sit downe awhile,

And let vs once againe affaile your eares,
That are fo fortified against our ftory,
What wee haue two nights feene.

Hor. Well fit wee downe,

And let vs heare Barnardo fpeake of this.

Bar. Laft night of all,

When yond fame ftarre thats weftward from the pole;
Had made his courfe t'illume + that part of heauen

Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my felfe

The bell then beating one.

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Mar. Peace, breake thee off looke where it comes againe, Bar. In the fame figure like the king thats dead.

Mar. Thou art a scholler speake to it Horatio.

Hora. Most like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder.

Bar. It would be spoke to.

Mar. Speake to it Horatio.

Hora. What art thou that vfurpft this time of night, Together with that faire and warlike forme,

In which the maiefty of buried Denmarke

Did fometimes march: by heauen I charge the speake.
Mar. It is offended.

Bar. See it ftaukes away.

Hora. Stay, fpeake, fpeake I charge thee speake.

Ma. Tis gone and will not answere.

Exit Ghoft.

Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,

Is not this fomething more then phantafie?

What thinke you of it * ?

Hora. Before my God I might not this beleeue, Without the fencible and true auouch

Of mine owne eyes.

Mar. Is it not like the king?

Hora. As thou art to thy felfe:
Such was the very armor hee had on,
When hee the ambitious Norway combated,
So frownde hee once when in an angry parle

Hee fmote the fleaded pollax on the ice.
Tis strange.

Mar. Thus twice before and iump at this dead + houre, With martiall ftauke hath hee gone by our watch.

Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,

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But in the groffe and fcope of mine opinion,

This bodes fome strange eruption to our state.

Mar. Good now fit downe, and tell me hee that knowes, Why this fame ftrict and moft obferuant watch

So nightly toyles the fubiect of the land,

And with fuch dayly coft of brazen cannon

And forraine marte for implements of warre,
Why fuch impreffe of fhip-wrights, whofe fore taske
Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might bee toward, that this sweaty haft
Doth make the night ioynt labourer * with the day,
Who ift that can informe mee?

Hora. That can I.

At least the whifper goes fo, our last king,
Whofe image euen but now appea'd to vs,
Was as you know by Fortinbraffe of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a moft emulate pride

Dar'd to the combate; in which our valiant Hamlet,
(For fo this fide of our knowne world efteemd him)
Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a feald compact
Well ratified by law and heraldry

Did forfait (with his life) all these his lands
Which he stood feaz'd of, to the conquerour.
Against the which a moity competent

Was gaged by our king, which had returne
To the inheritance of Fortinbraffe,

Had hee beene vanquisher +; as by the fame comart,

And carriage of the articles defeigne,

His fell to Hamlet; now fir, young Fortinbraffe

Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,

Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
Sharkt vp a lift of lawleffe refolutes

For food and diet to fome enterprise

* labour. † vanqusb`d.

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