The Tragedie of Hamlet |
Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
Hora. A peece of him.
Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
Hora. What, ha’s this thing appeard againe to night?
Bar. I haue ſeene nothing.
Mar. Horatio ſaies tis but our fantaſie,
And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
‘Touching this dreaded ſight twice ſeene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along,
With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
That if againe this appariſion come,
He may approoue our eyes and ſpeake to it.
Hora. Tuth, tufh, twill not appeare.
Bar. Sit downe a while,
And let vs once againe aſſaile your eares,
That are ſo fortified againſt our ſtory,
What we have two nights ſeene.
Hora. Well, ſit we downe, _
And let vs heare Barnardo ſpeake of this.
Bar. Laſt night of all,
When yond ſame ſtarre thats weaſtward from the pole,
Had made his courſe t`illume that part of heauen
Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my ſelfe
The bell then beating one.
Enter Ghoſt.
Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.
Bar. In the ſame figure like the King thats dead.
Mar. Thou art a ſcholler, ſpeake to it Horatio.
Bar. Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.
Hora. Most like,it horrowes me with feare and wonder.
Bar. It would be ſpoke to.
Mar. Speake to it Horatio. Hora. What art thou that vſurpſt this time of night,
Together with that faire and warlike forme,
In which the Maieſtie of buried Denmarke
Did ſometimes march, by heauen I charge thee ſpeake.
Mar. It is offended.
Bar. See it ſtaukes away.
