Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him, along
With us, to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
Hor. Well, let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
When yon same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
The bell then beating one -
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
again!
Enter Ghost (L.H.)
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Hor. Most like: - it harrows me with fear and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Hor. 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!
Mar. It is offended.
[Ghost crosses to R.]
Ber. See! it stalks away!
Hor. Stay! - speak! - speak, I charge thee, speak!
[Exit Ghost, R.H.]
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio! You tremble, and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you of it?
Hor. Before heaven, I might not this believe,
Therefore I have entreated him, along
With us, to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
Hor. Well, let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
When yon same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
The bell then beating one -
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
again!
Enter Ghost (L.H.)
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Hor. Most like: - it harrows me with fear and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Hor. 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!
Mar. It is offended.
[Ghost crosses to R.]
Ber. See! it stalks away!
Hor. Stay! - speak! - speak, I charge thee, speak!
[Exit Ghost, R.H.]
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio! You tremble, and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you of it?
Hor. Before heaven, I might not this believe,
