MARCELLUS. 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, That if again this apparition come He may approve our eyes and speak to it. 

 HORATIO. Tush, tush, ’twill not appear. 

 BARNARDO. Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. 

 HORATIO. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Barnardo speak of this. 

 BARNARDO. Last night of all, When yond same star that’s westward from the pole, Had made his course t’illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one— 

 MARCELLUS. Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again. 

 Enter Ghost. 

Ghost

 BARNARDO. In the same figure, like the King that’s dead. 

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

 BARNARDO. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio. 

 HORATIO. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder. 

 BARNARDO It would be spoke to. 

 MARCELLUS. Question it, Horatio. 

 HORATIO. What art thou that usurp’st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak. 

 MARCELLUS. It is offended. 

 BARNARDO. See, it stalks away. 

 HORATIO. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak! 

 [Exit Ghost.] 

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