SCENE I. - ELSINORE. A PLATFORM BEFORE THE CASTLE. NIGHT.
FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO (L.H.)
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. (R.) Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. Bernardo?
Ber. He.
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
Fran. For this relief much thanks:
[Crosses to L.]
'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them. - Stand, ho! Who's there?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS (L.H.)
Fran. Give you good night.
Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you?
Fran. Bernardo hath my place.
Give you good night.
[Exit FRANCISCO, L.H.]
Mar. Holloa! Bernardo!
Ber. Say,
What, is Horatio there?
Hor. (Crosses to C.) A piece of him.
Ber. (R.) Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. (L.) Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him,
FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO (L.H.)
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. (R.) Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. Bernardo?
Ber. He.
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
Fran. For this relief much thanks:
[Crosses to L.]
'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them. - Stand, ho! Who's there?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS (L.H.)
Fran. Give you good night.
Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you?
Fran. Bernardo hath my place.
Give you good night.
[Exit FRANCISCO, L.H.]
Mar. Holloa! Bernardo!
Ber. Say,
What, is Horatio there?
Hor. (Crosses to C.) A piece of him.
Ber. (R.) Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. (L.) Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him,
