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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark
HAMLET, Son to the late, and nephew to the present King
POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain
HORATIO, friend to Hamlet
Two Clowns, grave-diggers
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet
OPHELIA, daughter to Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK
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. 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?
Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Fran. I think I hear them.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Give you good night.
What, is Horatio there?
A piece of him.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy;
And liegemen to the Dane.
O, farewell, honest soldier:
Holla! Bernardo !
Bernardo hath my place.
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
With us to watch the minutes of this night,
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears,
When yon same star that's westward from the pole
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Question it, Horatio.
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of
Well, sit we down,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,
Mar. It is offended.
See, it stalks away.
Hor. Stay, speak! speak! I charge thee, speak!
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
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
Of mine own eyes.
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armor he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
60 So frowned he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Is it not like the king?