ACT I.

       SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Castle.

       [Francisco at his post. Enter to him Bernardo.]

       Ber.

       Who’s there?

       Fran.

       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: ‘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 is there?

       [Enter Horatio and Marcellus.]

       Hor.

       Friends to this ground.

       Mar.

       And liegemen to the Dane.

       Fran.

       Give you goodnight.

       Mar.

       O, farewell, honest soldier;

       Who hath reliev’d you?

       Fran.

       Bernardo has my place.

       Give you goodnight.

       [Exit.]

       Mar.

       Holla! Bernardo!

       Ber.

       Say.

       What, is Horatio there?

       Hor.

       A piece of him.

       Ber.

       Welcome, Horatio:—Welcome, good Marcellus.

       Mar.

       What, has this thing appear’d again tonight?

       Ber.

       I have seen nothing.

       Mar.

       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.

       Hor.

       Tush, tush, ‘twill not appear.

       Ber.

       Sit down awhile,

       And let us once again assail your ears,

       That are so fortified against our story,

       What we two nights have seen.

       Hor.

       Well, sit we down,

       And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

       Ber.

       Last night of all,

       When yond same star that’s westward from the pole