wice seene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along
With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,
That if againe this Apparition come,
[Sidenote: 6] He may approue our eyes, and speake to it.[2]

_Hor._ Tush, tush, '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 two Nights haue seene. [Sidenote: have two nights seen]

_Hor._ Well, sit we downe,
And let vs heare _Barnardo_ speake of this.

_Barn._ Last night of all,
When yond same Starre that's Westward 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.[3]

_Mar._ Peace, breake thee of: _Enter the Ghost_. [Sidenote: Enter Ghost]
Looke where it comes againe.

_Barn._ In the same figure, like the King that's dead.

[Footnote 1: Better, I think; for the tone is scoffing, and Horatio is
the incredulous one who has not seen it.]

[Footnote 2: --being a scholar, and able to address it as an apparition
ought to be addressed--Marcellus thinking, perhaps, with others, that a
ghost required Latin.]

[Footnote 3: _1st Q._ 'towling one.]

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[Sidenote: 4] _Mar._ Thou art a Scholler; speake to it _Horatio._

_Barn._ Lookes it not like the King? Marke it _Horatio_.
[Sidenote: Looks a not]
_Hora._ Most like: It harrowes me with fear and wonder.
[Sidenote: horrowes[1]]

_Barn._ It would be spoke too.[2]

_Mar._ Question it _Horatio._ [Sidenote: Speak to it _Horatio_]

_Hor._ What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,[3]
Together with that Faire and Warlike forme[4]
In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke
Did sometimes[5] march: By Heauen I charge thee speake.

_Mar._ It is offended.[6]

_Barn._ See, it stalkes away.

_Hor._ Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.
_Exit the Ghost._ [Sidenote: _Exit Ghost._]

_Mar._ 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

_Barn._ How now _Horatio_? You tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more then Fantasie?
What thinke you on't?

_Hor._ Before my God, I might not this beleeue
Without the sensible and true auouch
Of mine owne eyes.

_Mar._ Is it not like the King?

_Hor._ As thou art to thy selfe,
Such was the very Armour he had on,
When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted: [Sidenote: wh