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CLAUDIUS, king of Denmark.
HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the present king.
GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other
Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
Fran. Bernardo ?
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. 'Tis now (1) struck twelve; get thee to bed, Fran
Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Ber. Well, good night.
Not a mouse stirring.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who's there?
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Fran. Give you good night.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio:-welcome, good Marcellus.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us :
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
And let us once again assail your ears,
What we two nights have seen.
Sit down awhile;
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
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,
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
Question it, Horatio.