Ber.
Who's ^note there?

Fran.
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.

Ber.
Long live the king!

Fran.
Bernardo? ^note

Ber.
He ^note.

Fran.
You come most carefully ^note upon your hour.

Ber.
'Tis now struck ^{note note} 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 ^note of my watch, bid them make haste. ^note

Fran.
I think I hear them. Stand, ho ^note! Who is ^note there? Enter ^note Horatio and Marcellus.

Hor.
Friends to this ground.

Mar.
And liegemen to the Dane.

Fran.
Give you ^note good night.

Mar.
O, farewell, honest soldier ^note:
Who hath ^note relieved you?

Fran.
Bernardo hath my ^note place.
Give you ^note good night. ^note [Exit. ^note

Mar.
Holla! Bernardo!

Ber.
Say, ^{note note}
What, is Horatio there? ^note

Hor.
A piece of him.

Ber.
Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.

Mar. ^note
What, has ^note this thing appear'd again to-night? ^note

Ber.
I have seen nothing.

Mar.
Horatio says 'tis but our ^note fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight ^note, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to ^note watch the minutes of this night,

That if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Hor.
Tush, tush, ^note 'twill not appear.

Ber.
Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we have two nights ^note seen. ^note

Hor.
Well, sit we ^note down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Ber.
Last night of all,
When yond ^note same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume ^note that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, ^note
The bell then beating ^note one,— ^note Enter Ghost. ^note

Mar.
Peace, break thee off ^note; look, where it comes again! ^note

Ber.
In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

Mar.
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

Ber.
Looks it ^note not like the king? mark it, Horatio. ^note

Hor.
Most like: it harrows ^note me with fear and wonder.

Ber.
It would be spoke to.

Mar.
Question ^note it, Horatio.

Hor.
What art thou, that usurp'st ^note this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march? ^note by heaven ^note I charge thee, ^note speak!

Mar.
It is offended.

Ber.
See, it stalks away!

Hor.
Stay! speak, speak! ^note I charge thee, speak! [Exit Ghost. ^note

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 ^note?

Hor.
Before my God, I might not ^note this believe ^note
Without the sensible and true ^note avouch
Of mine own eyes.

Mar.
Is it not like the king?

Hor.
As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very ^note armour he had on
When he ^note the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote ^note the sledded ^note Polacks ^note on the ice.
'Tis strange. ^note

Mar.
Thus twice before, and jump ^note at this dead ^{note note} hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by ^note our watch.

Hor.
In what particular thought to ^note work I know not;
But, in the gross and ^note scope of my ^note opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Mar.
Good now, ^note sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject ^note of the land,
And why ^note such daily cast ^note of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does ^note not divide the Sunday from the week;
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make ^note the night joint-labourer ^note with the day:
Who is't that can inform me?

Hor.
That can I;
At least the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate ^note pride,
Dared to the combat ^note; in which our valiant Hamlet—
For so this side of our known world esteem'd him—
Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a ^note seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and ^note heraldry ^note,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those ^note his lands
Which he stood seized of ^note, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd ^note
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; ^note as, by the same ^note covenant ^note
And carriage of the article design'd ^note,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir ^note, young Fortinbras,

Of unimproved ^note mettle ^note hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Shark'd up a list of lawless ^note resolutes,
For food and diet, to ^note some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't: which is ^note no other—
As ^note it doth well appear unto our state—
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsatory ^note, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Ber.
I think it be no other but e'en so ^note:
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch, so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.

Hor.
A mote ^note it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy ^note state ^note of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless ^note, and ^note the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: ^note

As stars with trains of fire and dews ^note of blood, ^note

Disasters in ^{note note} the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce ^note events,
As ^note harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen ^note coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures ^note and countrymen. ^note Re-enter Ghost. ^note
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! ^note
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done ^note,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me ^note:
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing ^note may avoid,
O, speak! ^note
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you ^note spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it: stay, and speak! [The cock crows. ^note] Stop it, Marcellus.

Mar.
Shall I strike at ^note it with my partisan?

Hor.
Do, if it will ^note not stand.

Ber.
'Tis here!

Hor.
'Tis here!

Mar. ^note
'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost. ^note
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as ^note the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Ber.
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

Hor.
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn ^note,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day, and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant ^note and erring spirit hies
To his confine: ^note and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.

Mar.
It faded on ^note the crowing of the cock.
Some say ^note that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The ^note bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then ^note, they say, no spirit dare stir ^note abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes ^note nor ^note witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the ^note time.

Hor.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward ^note hill:
Break we our watch up; and by my advice ^note,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, ^note
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Do you consent we shall ^note acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

Mar.
Let's ^note do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently ^note. [Exeunt.

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