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Flower as she was, detowered by him.

I Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;

gone. My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

(Exit Nurse. face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be

amended.
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful
day!

Enter PETER.
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage!

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,

heart's ease; 0, 'an you'll have me live, playBut one thing to rejoice and solace in,

heart's ease. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.

1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays Most lamentable day! most woeful day,

- My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

dump,' to comfort ine. o day! O day!'o day! O hateful day!

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play Never was seen so black a day as this: O woeful day, 0 woeful day!

Pet. You will not, then ?
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Mus. No.
Most détestable death, by thee beguilid,

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown -

Mus. What will you give us ? O love! ( lite!--not lite, but love in death!

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek:5 I Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! will give you the minstrel. Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now

1 Mus. Then will I give you the servingTo murder, murder our solemnity ?

creature. O child ! O child !--my soul, and not my child!- Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger Dead art thou, dead !--alack! my child is dead;

on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, And, with my child, my joys are buried !

I'll fa you ; Do you note me? Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. not

1 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

out your wit. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dryAnd all the better is it for the maid:

beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron Your part in her you could not keep from death; dagger :- Answer me like men: But heaven keeps his part in eternal lite. The most you sought was--her promotion;

When griping grief the heart doth wound, For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanced:

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced

Then music, with her silver sound; Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

sound That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married, that lives married long;

What say you, Simon Catling? But she's best married, that dies married young.

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet

sound, Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this thir corse; and, as the custom is,

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

2 Mus. I say--silver sound, because musicians In all her best array bear her to church:

sound for silver. For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment."

Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Sound

post ? Cap. All things that we ordained festival,

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Turn from their office to black funeral:

Pet. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

will say for you. It is--music wit her silver Our wedding-cheer, to a sad burial feast:

sound, because such fellows as you have seldom Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,

gold for sounding :And all things change them to the contrary:

Then music with her silver sound, Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him;

With speedy help doth lend redress. And go, sir Paris;-every one prepare

[Exit, singing. To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here: (Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. and Friar.

(Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.Mantua. A Street.

How doth my lady? is my father well ?

How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
Enter ROMEO.

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Aty dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

And her immortal part with angels lives; And all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. And presently took post to tell it you: I dreaint, my lady came and found me dead; O pardon me for bringing these ill news, (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to Since you did leave it for my office, sir. think,)

Rom. Is it even so ? then, I defy you, stars! And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

paper, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd

And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Enter BALTHAZAR.

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Some misadventure. News from Verona !-How now, Balthazar?

Dumps were heavy, mournful tunes. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ? • To glock is to scoff, and a gleekman signifed a minstrel

Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd : John. I could not send it. --here it is again,Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, Hast thou no letters to me from the triar?

So fearful were they of infection. Bal. No, my good lord.

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, And hire those horses ; l'll be with thee straight. Of dear import; and the neglecting it

(Erit BALTHAZAR. May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Well, Juliet, I will lie with thce to-night.

Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Lei's see for means :-0), mischief, thou art swift Unto my cell.
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men !

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
I do remember an apothecary:-

[Exi. And hereabouts he dwells,---whom late I noted

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; In tatier'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,

Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

She will beshrew me much that Romeo Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

Hath had no notice of these accidents : And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

But I will write again to Mantua, An alligator stuif 'd, and other skins

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! A beggarly account of empty boxes,

(Exit. Green cariben pots, bladders, and inusty seeds, Remnants of packibread, and old cakes of roses,

SCENE III.-A Churchyard ; in it, a Monument Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

belonging to the Capulets. Noting this perury, to myself I said

Enter Paris and his Page, bearing Flowers and Anif a man did need a poison now,

a Torch. Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a cantitl wretch would sell it him.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;

aloof;And this saine needy man must sell it me.

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. As I remember, this should be the house :

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; What, ho! apothecary !

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

(Being loose, untirm, with digging up of graves,) Enter Apothecary.

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to ine,
Ap.
Who calls so loud?

As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art

Give me those flowers. Du as I bid thee, go.

Page. I am alınost afraid to stand alone poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. A dram of poison: such soon-sp geeri

[Retires. As will disperse itself through all the veins,

Par. Sweet flower, with fowers I střew thy That the lite-weary taker may tall dead;

bridal bed: And that the trunk may be discharged of breath

Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain As violently, as basty powder fired

The perfect model of eternity;

Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's Accept this latest favor at my hands;
law

That living honor'd thee, and, being dead,
Is death, to any he that utters them.

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! Rom. Art thiou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The boy gives warning, something doth approach.

[The Boy whistles. And tear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,

What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, U pon thy back hangs ragyed misery,

To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites! The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: What, with a torch!-mutile me, night, a while. The world affords no law to make thee rich;

(Retires. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR, with a Torch, Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Mattock, &c.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching

iron. And drink it ofl'; and, if you had the strength

Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Give me the light: Upon thy life, I charge thee,

See thou deliver it to my lord and father. souls,

Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

And do not interrupt me in my course. Than these poor compounds that thou may’st not why I descend into this bed of death,

sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Is, partly, to behold my lady's face,

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in flesh.Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

A precious ring; a ring that I must use

In dear employment: therefore hence, begone : To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry (Exeunt.

In what I further shall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs :
Enter FRIAR Joux.

The time and my intents are savage-wild;

More fierce, and more inexorable far, John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!" Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.– Take Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar

thou that: John.

Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow, Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo ?

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires. John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,

Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, One of our order to associate me,

Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Here in this city visiting the sick,

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. And finding him, the searchers of the town,

[ Breaking open the door of The Mumument. Suspecting that we both were in a house

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; That murder'd my love's cousin;-with which grief, So that my speed to Manlua there was stay'd. It is supposed, the fair creature died, Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

ri.c. On a trivial or idle subject. . Stud.

• i.e. A matter of importance.

And here is come to do some villainous shame To grubs and eyeless skulls ? as I discern,
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.- It burneth in the Capels' monument.

(Advances. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;

One that you love. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Fri.

Who is it? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

Bal.

Romeo. Obey, and go with me; for the must die.

Fr How long hath he been there? Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I Bal.

Full half an hour. hither.

Fri. Go with me to the vault. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,

Bal.

I dare not, sir: Fly hence, and leave me ;-think upon these gone; My master knows not, but I am gone hence; Let them atfright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, And tearfully did menace me with death, Heap nut another sin upon my head,

If I did stay to look on his intents. By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fcar comes upon By heaven, I love thee better than myself:

me: For I come hither arm’d against myself:

O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Stay not, be gone;-live, and hereafter say

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

I dreamt my master and another fought, Par. I do defy thy conjurations,

And that my master slew him. And do attach thee as a felon here.

Fri.

Romeo! (Advances. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains boy.

(They fight. The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?Page. O lord! they fight, I will go call the What mean these masterless and gory swords watch.

(Exit Page. To lie discolor'd by this place of peace? Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.]-If thou be mercitul,

Enters the Monument. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies. Romeo! 0, pale!-Who else? what, Paris, too?

Rom. In faith, I will:- Let me peruse this face;- | And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

Is guilty of this lamentable chance! What said my man, when my betossed soul The lady stirs.

(JULIET wakes and stirs. Did not attend him as we rode? I think,

Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? He told me Paris should have married Juliet: I do remember well where I should be, Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?

And there I am :-Where is my Romeo? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

(Noise within. To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand,

Fri. I hear some noise.- Lady, come from that One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

nest I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, A greater Power than we can contradict For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

ath thwarted our intents; come, come away: This vault a feasting presence! full of light. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. And Paris too: come, l'Il dispose of thee

(Laying Paris in the Monument. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: How oft, when men are at the point of death, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Have they been merry? which their keepers call Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare stay A lightning before death;-0, how may I

no longer.

[Exit. Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, What's here! a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

To help me after ? I will kiss thy lips; And death's pale flag is not advanced there.- Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. 0, what more favor can I do to thee,

Thy lips are warm ! Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, I Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Jul. Yea, noise ?-Then I'll be brief.–0 happy Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,

dagger! [Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe

This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.) there rust, and That unsubstantial death is amorous;

let me die. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

(Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?

Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

Page. This is the place; there, where the torch And never from this palace of dim night

doth burn. Depart again; here, here will I remain

1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here

the churchyard : Will I set up my everlasting rest;

Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

(Exeunt some. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your Pitiful sight! here lies the county slàin;last!

And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you,

Who here hath lain these two days buried.The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss'

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Raise up the Montagues,-some others search ;Come, bitter conduct,2 come, unsavory guide!

(Exeunt other Watchmen. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! But the true ground of all these piteous woes Here's to my love!--[Drinks.] 0, true apothecary! We cannot without circumstance descry. Thy drugs are quick.–Thus with a kiss I die.

[Dies.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in Enter, at the other End of the Churchyard, FRIAR

the churchyard. LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

hither. Have my old feet stumbled at graves !--Who's there?

Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,

and weeps : Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows

We took this mattock and this spade from him, you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my

As he was coming from this churchyard side. friend,

1 Watch. A great suspicion : Stay the friar too. What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light

Enter the Prince and Attendants. I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i.e. to depart.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, ' Presence-chamber.

- Conductor. That calls our person from our morning's rest?

ears?

man.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Being the time the potion's force should cease. abroad?

But he which bore my letter, friar John, La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo,

Was staid by accident; and yesternight Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,

Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,
With open outcry, toward our monument.

At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
slain;

But, when I came, (some minute ere the time And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

Of her awakening) here untimely lay Warm and new kill'd.

The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, murder comes.

And bear this work of heaven with patience: 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; man:

And she, too desperate, would not go with me, With instruments upon them, fit to open

But (as it seems) did violence on herself. These dead men's tombs.

All this I know; and to the marriage, Cap.0, heavens !-0 wife! look how our daughter Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this bleeds!

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life This dagger hath mista'en,- for lo! his house3 Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, Is empty on the back of Montague,

Unto the rigor of severest law. And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Enter MONTAGUE and others.

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;

And then in post he came from Mantua, Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To this same place, to this same monument. To see thy son and heir more early down.

This letter lie early bid me give his father; Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: If I departed not, and left him there. What further woe conspires against mine age ? Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch ?Mon. O thou untaught; what manners is in this, Sirrah, what made your master in this place? To press before thy father to a grave?

Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,

grave; Till we can clear these ambiguities,

And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: And know their spring, their head, their true de- Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; scent;

And, by and by, my master drew on him ; And then will I be general of your woes,

And then I ran away to call the watch. And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's And let mischance be slave to patience.

words, Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Their course of love, the tidings of her death : Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,

And here he writes—that he did buy a poison Yet most suspected, as the time and place

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know That heaven finds means to kill your joys with in this.

love; Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath And I, for winking at your discords too, Is not so long as is a tedious tale. a

Have lost a brace of kinsmen :-All are punish'd.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife': This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Can I demand.
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Mon. But I can give thee more:
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. That, while Verona by that name is known,
You-to remove that siege of grief from her,- There shall no figure at such rate be set,
Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce, As that of true and faithful Juliet.
To county Paris :-Then comes she to me;

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
To rid her from this second marriage,

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.

brings: Then gave I her, so tutor’d by my art,

The sun for sorrow will not show his head: A sleeping potion; which so took effect

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; As I intended, for it wrought on her

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, For never was a story of more woe, That he should hither come at this dire night, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Exeunt, 11. e. The scabbard.

• Seat.

Mercutio and Paris.

H A MLET,

PRINCE OF DENMARK.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

FRANCISCO, a Soldier. Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. present King.

A Captuin. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.

An Ambassador. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.
VOLTIMAND,
CORNELIUS,
ROSENCRANTZ,
Courtiers.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of GUILDENSTERN,

Hamlet.
Osric, a Courtier.

OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius.
Another Courtier.
A Priest.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave

diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendo ants.

MARCELLUS, } Officers.

SCENE, Elsinore.

ACT I.

SCENE I. - Elsinore. A Platform before the

Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy,
Castle.

And will not let belief take hold of him,
FRANCISCO on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us;

Therefore I have entreated him, along
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold That, if again this apparition come,

With us to watch the minutes of this night; Yourself.

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Ber. Long live the king !

Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Fran.
Bernardo?
Ber.

Sit down awhile; Ber.

He.

And let us once again assail your ears, Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. That are so fortified against our story, Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, What we two nights have seen. Francisco.

Hor.

Well, sit we down, Fran. For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter and let us hear Bernardo speak of this. cold,

Ber. Last night of all,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?

When yon same star, that's westward from the pole,

Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, Ber. Well, good-night.

The bell then beating one,If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

Mar.

break thee off; look, where it The rivals' of my watch, bid them make haste.

comes again! Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

Enter Ghost. Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is

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

Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Hor. Friends to this ground.

Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, HoMar. And liegemen to the Dane.

ratio. Fran. Give you good-night.

Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:

wonder. Who hath relieved you?

Ber. It would be spoke to.
Fran.
Bernardo hath my place. Mar.

Speak to it, Horatio. Give you good-night.

(Exit FRANCISCO. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Mar. Holla! Bernardo!

night, Ber.

Say,

Together with that fair and warlike form
What, is Horatio there?

In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Hor.
A piece of him.

Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee, Ber. Welcome, Horatio; Welcome, good Mar.

speak. cellus.

Mar. It is offended. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to- Ber.

See! it stalks away. night? Ber. I have seen nothing.

Hor. Stay, speak: speak, I charge thee, speak.

(Exil Ghost. · Partners.

• Make good, or establish.

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