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HOSE * there?
Fran. Nay answer me. Stand and vnfold

you felf. Bar. Long liue the king. Fran. Barnardo. Bar. Hee. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre. Bar. Tis now strooke twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.

Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.

Bar. Have you had quiet guard ?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Bar. Well, good night :
If you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus
The riuals of my watch, bid them make hast.



Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Fran. I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there? Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And leegemen to the Dane. Fran. Giue you good night. Mar. O, farewell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you ? Fran. Bernardo hath my place ; giue you good night.

Exit Fran.
Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
Bar. Say what is Horatio there?
Hora. A peece of him.
Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,
Hora What ha's this thing appeard againe to night?
Bar. I haue feene nothing.

Mar. Horatio sayes tis but a * fantasie,
And will not let beleefë take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight 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. Tush, tush, twill not appeare.

Bar. Sit downe awhile,
And let vs once againe affaile your eares,
That are so fortified against our story,
What wee haue two nights seene.

Hor. Well fit wee downe,
And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.

Bar. Last night of all,
When yond fame starre thats westward from the pole ;
Had made his course t'illume + that part of heauen
Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my felfe
The bell then beating one.

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Enter Ghost.

Mar. Peace, breake thee off looke where it comes againe,
Bar. In the same 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 vsurpst this time of night,
Together with that faire and warlike forme,
In which the maiesty of buried Denmarke
Did sometimes march : by heauen I charge the speake,

Mar. It is offended.
Bar. See it Staukes away.
Hora. Stay, speake, speake I charge thee speake.

Exit Ghost. Ma. Tis gone and will not answere.

Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
Is not this something more then phantasie?
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 seaded pollax on the ice.
Tis strange.

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

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

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But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes fome strange eruption to our state.

Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me hee that knowes,
Why this same strict and most obferuant watch
So nightly toyles the subiect of the land,
And with such dayly cost of brazen cannon
And forraine marte for implements of warre,
Why such impresle of ship-wrights, whose sore taske
Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might bee toward, that this sweaty hast
Doth make the night ioynt labourer * with the day,
Who ist that can informe mee?

Hora. That can I.
At least the whisper goes so, our last king,
Whose image euen but now appea’d to vs,
Was as you know by Fortinbrasse of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride
Dar'd to the combate; in which our valiant Hamlet,
(For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him)
Did Nay this Fortinbrase, who by a seald 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 Fortinbrase,
Had lice beene vanquisher t; as by the same comart,
And carriage of the articles deseigne,
His fell to Hamlet ; now sir, young Fortinbrasse
Of vnim prooued mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
Sharkt vp a list of lawlesse resolutes
For food and diet to some enterprise

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