Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, 65 [Flourish. Exeunt, 70 SCENE I. Elsinore. FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. BER. Who's there? FRAN. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. BER. He. FRAN. Bernardo? 5 FRAN. You come most carefully upon your hour. BER. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. FRAN. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! who is there? Not a mouse stirring. 10 BER. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. When yond same star that's westward from the pole The bell then beating one, MAR. Peace! break thee off; look, where it comes again! Enter Ghost. BER. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. MAR. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. MAR. Question it, Horatio. 45 HOR. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form 40 335 30 25 20 50 [Exit Ghost. 55 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak. BER. See, it stalks away. HOR. Stay! speak! speak! I charge thee, speak! 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, Without the sensible and true avouch MAR. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. 65 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, 70 Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war: Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task 75 80 Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet— For so this side of our known world esteem'd him 85 Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Against the which, a moiety competent To the inheritance of Fortinbras, 90 Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, 95 Of unimproved metal, hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't: which is no other- 100 A And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands 105 Comes armed through our watch, so like the king 110 HOR. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead As harbingers preceding still the fates Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Re-enter Ghost. But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! Speak to me: 115 120 125 If there be any good thing to be done, 130 |