WHo's there? STand: who is that?
Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold your selfe.
Long liue the King.
You come most carefully vpon your houre.
'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
For this releese much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sicke at heart.
Haue you had quiet Guard?
Not a Mouse stirring.
Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and And if you meete Marcellus and Horatio,
Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast. The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.
I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there? I will: See who goes there.
Friends to this ground. Friends to this ground.
And Leige‑men to the Dane. And leegemen to the Dane,
Giue you good night.
O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu'd you? O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you?
Barnardo ha's my place: giue you goodnight. Barnardo hath my place, giue you good night.
Say, what is Horatio there? Say, is Horatio there?
A peece of him.
Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night.
I haue seene nothing.
Horatio saies,'tis but our Fantasie,
And will not let beleefe take hold of him And wil not let beliefe take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along Therefore I haue intreated him a long with vs
With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night, To watch the minutes of this night,
That if againe this Apparition come,
He may approue our eyes, and speake to it.
Tush, tush,'twill not appeare. Tut, t'will not appeare.
Sit downe a‑while, Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe
And let vs once againe assaile your eares, Assaile your eares that are so fortified,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two Nights haue seene. What we haue two nights seene.
Well, sit, we downe, Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare Bernardo speake
And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this. of this.
Last night of all, Last night of al,
When yond same Starre that's Westward from the Pole when yonder starre that's westward from the pole,
Had made his course t'illume that part of Heauen had made his course to Illumine that part of heauen.
Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe, Where now it burnes,
The Bell then beating one. The bell then towling one.
Peace, breake thee of: Breake off your talke,
Enter the Ghost. Looke where it comes againe. see where it comes againe.
In the same figure, like the King that's dead. In the same figure like the King that's dead,
Thou art a Scholler; speake to it Horatio. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio
Lookes it not likA hole in the page partially obscures this k.e the King? Marke it Horatio. Lookes it not like the king?
Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder.
It would be spoke too.
Question it Horatio.
What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night, What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in
Together with that Faire and Warlike forme
In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke did sometimes
Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee Speake. Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake.
It is offended.
See, it stalkes away.
Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, Speake. Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee speake.
'Tis gone, and will not answer. Tis gone and makes no answer.
How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale: How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
Is not this something more then Fantasie? Is not this something more than fantasie?
What thinke you on't?
Before my God, I might not this beleeue Afore my God, I might not this beleeue,
Without the sensible and true auouch without the sensible and true auouch
Of mine owne eyes. of my owne eyes.
Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thy selfe,
Such was the very Armour he had on,
When th'Ambitious Norwey combatted: When he the ambitious Norway combated.
So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice. He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce,
'Tis strange. Tis strange.
Thus twice before, and iust at this dead houre, Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower,
With Martiall stalke, hath he gone by our Watch. With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch.
In what particular thought to work, l know not: In what particular to worke, I know not,
But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion, But in the thought and scope of my opinion,
This boades some strange erruption to our State. This bodes some strange eruption to the state.
Good now sit down, & tell me he that knowes Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes
Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch, Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch,
So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land,
And why such dayly Caft Cast of Brazon Cannon And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon
And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre: And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
Why such impresse of Ship‑wrights, whose sore Taske Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke, Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke:
What might be toward, that this sweaty hast What might be toward that this sweaty march
Doth make the Night ioynt‑Labourer with the day:
Who is't that can informe me?
Shall I strike at ir it with my Partizan?
Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis heere. Tis heere.
'Tis heere. Tis heere.
'Tis gone. Tis gone,
Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall O we doe it wrong, being so maiesti- call,
To offer it the shew of Violence, to offer it the shew of violence,
For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable, For it is as the ayre invelmorable,
And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery. And our vaine blowes malitious mockery.
It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.
And then it started, like a guilty thing And then it faded like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day, The Cocke, that is the trumpet to the morning,
Doth with his lofty and shrill‑sounding Throate Doth with his earely and shrill crowing throate,
Awake the God of Day: and at his warning, Awake the god of day, and at his sound,
Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre, Whether in earth or ayre, in sea or fire,
Th'extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes The strauagant and erring spirite hies
To his Confine. And of the truth heerein, To his confines, and of the trueth heereof
This prescnt Obiect made probation.
It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes Some say, that euer gainst that season comes,
Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated, Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long: The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad, And then they say, no spirite dare walke abroade,
The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike, The nights are wholesome, then no planet frikes,
No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme: No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme,
So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time. So gratious, and so hallowed is that time.
So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it. So haue I heard, and doe in parte beleeue it:
But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad, But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad,
Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill, Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top,
Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice Breake we our watch vp, and by my aduise,
Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Let vs impart what wee haue seene to night
Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life, Vnto yong Hamlet: for vpon my life
This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him: 170This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him with it,
As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty? As needefull in our loue, fitting our duetie?
Let do't I pray, and I this morning know Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know,
Where we shall finde him most conueniently.