Hor. Stay; fpeak; I charge thee, speak ai jua qural end) Exit Ghoft.
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.M
Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble and look now,douens enti smal ydW pale, 1. d to fin
Is not this fomething more than phantafy ?gia o What think you of it?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, A Without the fenfible and true avouch
Mar. Is it not like the Kingd
Hor. As thou art to thyfelf.
Such was the very armour he had on,
When he th' ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
5 He fmote the fleaded Polack on the ice. AoTV? 'Tis ftrange
Mar. Thus twice before, and juft at this dead hour,
With martial ftalk, he hath gone by our Watch.
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know
But, in the grofs fcope of my opinion,
This bodes fome ftrange eruption to our State. H
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fit down, and tell me, he that
Hool bus knows, woy Sodor Ho
Why this fame ftrict and most observant Watch &
So nightly toils the Subjects of the Land??
And why fuch daily call of Brazen Cannon,
And foreign mart for oplements hofe fore talk
to rewar?!
Does not divide the Sunday from the week?
What might be toward, that this f
fweaty haften
Doth make the night joint labourer with the day,
Who is't, that can inform me? B
At least, the whisper goes fo. Our laft King,
Whofe image but even now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a moft emulate pride,
Dar'd to the fight: In which our valiant Hamlet
(For for this fide of our known world efteem'd him)
Did flay this Fortinbras, 7 who by feal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all thofe his Lands,
Which he stood feiz'd of, to the Conqueror;
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our King; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as by that coy'nant,
And carriage of the articles defign'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now young Fortinbras,
'Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the fkirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a lift of land'efs refolutes,
For food and diet, to fome enterprize
That hath a ftomach in't; which is no other,
As it doth well appear unto our State,
But to recover of us by ftrong hand,
3 And terms compulfative, thofe forefaid Landsch
So by his father loft: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The fource of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this poft hafte and romage in the Land.
Ber. I think, it be no other; but even fo
Well may it fort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch fe like the King,
That was, and is, the question of thefe wars.
Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
In the most high and 4 palmy S Bh
The Graves food tenantlefs; and the fheeted Dead
Did fqueak and gibber in the Roman Streets;
Stars fhone with trains of fire, Dews of blood fell;
5 Difafters veil'd the Sun; and the moist Star,
Upon whofe influence Neptune's Empire fands,
Was fick almost to dooms-day with eclipfe.
And even the like precurfe of fierce events,
As barbingers preceding still the fates,
7 And prologue to the omen'd coming on,
Have beav'n and earth together demonftrated
Unto our climatures and country-men.
But foft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.
Stay, illufion! [Spreading his Arms.
• If thou haft any found, or ufe of avoice, 1x 'HT*
Speak to me. med diunt 94 to 5a A sanoo eid T
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That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, SM
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Which happily foreknowing may avoid, to bid odr
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Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,les wist on
For which, they fay, you Spirits oft walk in death, c2
Fob Saeed I sv[Cock crovas,
Speak of it. Stay, and fpeak-Stop it, Marcellus &
Mar. Shall I ftrike it with my partizant? do allW
Hor. Do, if it will not ftand. nutaw
Ber. 'Tis here
Hor. 'Tis here
Mar. 'Tis gone.
We do it wrong, being fo majestical,
To offer it the fhew of violence;
For it is as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows, malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew.A!! 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, Doth with his lofty and fhrill-founding throat Awake the God of day; and, at his warning, 9 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
* If thou haft any found,] The fpeech of Horatio to the fpectre is very elegant and noble, and congruous to the common traditions of the caufes of apparitions.
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