Francisco. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold yourself. Bernardo. Long live the king! equivalent to friend. Francisco. Bernardo? Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour. Francisco. For this relief much thanks; 't is bitter cold, mueble= And I am sick at heart. If чаму Not a mouse stirring. Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Bernardo. Well, good night. you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Comfamous The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Francisco. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is there? Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Horatio. Friends to this ground. Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. king of Francisco. Give you good night. bod five quiche Marcellus. Who hath reliev'd you? O, farewell, honest soldier: Bernardo. What, is Horatio there? 19 Horatio. bagination Marcellus. Horatio says 't is but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Fantasy = (!) imagination, the fower of in ofining 4 dread, "such autre, liefing affecting for "A bautase & trick of haure fole stor Horatio. Tush, tush, 't will not appear. And let us once again assail your ears, Horatio. Sit down awhile; 30 Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. When yond same star that 's westward from the pole the & mely Had made his course to illume that part of heaven The bell then beating one,— Enter GHOST. ༦ . Marcellus. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes Bernardo. In the same figure, like the king that 's dead. 40 Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak! Bernardo. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! Marcellus. 'T is gone, and will not answer. 50 [Exit Ghost. Bernardo. How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale ; Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on 't? Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe may, can, в сми notar |