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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
, } Officers.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
And I am sick at heart.
FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.
Nay, answer me : stand, and unfold
. Fran. You come most carefully upon your
hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief much thanks : 'tis bitter cold,
Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Not a mouse stirring.
do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
And liegemen to the Dane.
O! farewell, honest soldier:
Bernardo has my place. Give you good night
(Exit. OL. IV,
Holla! Bernardo !
A piece of him.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy,
Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Sit down a while;
Well, sit we down,
Ber. Last night of all,
Mar. Peace! break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Question it, Horatio.
Mar. It is offended.
See, it stalks away.
(Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Of mine own eyes.
Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
Ber. How now, Horatio ! you tremble, and look pale : Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on’t ?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe,
Is it not like the king?
Mar. Thus, twice before, and just at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Hor. 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.
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most
That can I ;
Our last king,
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
as gagèd by our king; which had return'd
mart, And carriage of the article design'd,