![]() ![]() What art thou, that usurp’st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmarkĭid sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee, speak! Most like:–it harrows me with fear and wonder. Looks it not like the King? mark it, Horatio. ![]() In the same figure, like the king that’s dead. Peace, break thee off look where it comes again! When yond same star that’s westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one,– With us to watch the minutes of this night That, if again this apparition comeĪnd let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. ![]() What, has this thing appear’d again to-night?Īnd will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along Welcome, Horatio:–Welcome, good Marcellus. I think I hear them.–Stand, ho! Who is there? If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Get thee to bed, Francisco.įor this relief much thanks: ’tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet. Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the present King. ![]()
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