Barnardo: Who's there? Francisco: Barnardo? Barnardo: He. Francisco: For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,And I am sick at heart. Barnardo: Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Barnardo:Welcome, Horatio.—Welcome, good Marcellus. Marcellus: Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy. And will not let belief take hold of him 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.
Marcellus:Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again! Barnardo: In the same figure like the king that’s dead.Looks it not like the king? Mark it, Horatio. Horatio: Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
Marcellus: It is offended. See, it stalks away Horatio: Before my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Marcellus: Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, with martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Horatio At least, the whisper goes so: our last king,Whose image even but now appeared to us,Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteemed him) Did slay this Fortinbras. As he doth well appear unto our state— But to recover of us, by strong hand
Horatio: But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again.I’ll cross it though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! Marcellus: Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Horatio: 'Tis here.Marcellus: 'Tis gone.It was about to speak when the cock crew.