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The Tragedy of Hamlet,
 
Prince of Denmark, I. i
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Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

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

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

Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear and
wonder. 44

Ber. It would be spoke to.

Mar. Question it, Horatio.

Hor. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and war-like form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark 48
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,
speak !

Mar. It is offended.

Ber. See! it stalks away.

Hor. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! Exit the Ghost.

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. 52

Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble and look
pale:

Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on 't?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe 56
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

Mar. Is it not like the king?

Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on 60
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
'Tis strange. 64


42 scholar; cf. n.
43 mark: observe closely
45 It {{{...}}} to; cf. n.
49 sometimes: formerly
57 sensible: involving the use of one of the senses
avouch: assurance
62 parle: parley
63 sledded Polacks: Poles on sledges ( ?); cf. n.