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 Fran. For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.

Ber. Have you had quiet guard?

Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Ber. Well, good night. 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 is there?

Enter and.

Hor. Friends to this ground.

Mar.And liegemen to the Dane.

Fran. Give you good night.

Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath relieved you?

Fran. Bernardo has my place. Give you good night. [Exit.

Mar. Holla! Bernardo!

Ber. Say,— What, is Horatio there?

Hor. A piece of him.

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.

Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?