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Barnardo. ’Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks. ’Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
Horatio. What, has this thing appeared again tonight? Barnardo. I have seen nothing. 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 mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole) Taken to wife. Nor have we herein barred Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along
Where, as they had delivered, both in time,Form of the thing (each word made true and good), The apparition comes. I knew your father; These hands are not more like.
Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, His greatness weighed, his will is not his own, For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s handOf life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched, Cut off, even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled, No reck’ning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
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