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 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 eene nothing.

Mar. Horatio aies tis but our fantaie,

And will not let beliefe take holde of him,

‘Touching this dreaded ight twice eene of vs,

Therefore I haue intreated him along,

With vs to watch the minuts of this night,

That if againe this appariion come,

He may approoue our eyes and peake to it.

Hora. Tuth, tufh, twill not appeare.

Bar. Sit downe a while,

And let vs once againe aaile your eares,

That are o fortified againt our tory,

What we have two nights eene.

Hora. Well, it we downe, _

And let vs heare Barnardo peake of this. Bar. Lat night of all,

When yond ame tarre thats weatward from the pole,

Had made his coure t`illume that part of heauen

Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my elfe

The bell then beating one.

Enter Ghot.

Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.

Bar. In the ame figure like the King thats dead.

Mar. Thou art a choller, peake 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 poke to.

Mar. Speake to it Horatio. Hora. What art thou that vurpt this time of night,

Together with that faire and warlike forme,

In which the Maietie of buried Denmarke

Did ometimes march, by heauen I charge thee peake.

Mar. It is offended.

Bar. See it taukes away.