_Mar._ Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,[18] And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:[19] 25 Therefore I have entreated him along[20] With us to watch the minutes of this night,[20] That if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. _Hor._ Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. _Ber._ Sit down awhile;[21] 30 And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story,[22] What we have two nights seen.[22][23] _Hor._ Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. _Ber._ Last night of all, 35 When yond same star that's westward from the pole[24] Had made his course to illume that part of heaven[25] Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one,--[26] _Enter_ Ghost. _Mar._ Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again![27] 40 _Ber._ In the same figure, like the king that's dead. _Mar._ Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. _Ber._ Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.[28] _Hor._ Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.[29] _Ber._ It would be spoke to. _Mar._ Question it, Horatio.[30] 45 _Hor._ What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,[31] Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak![32] _Mar._ It is offended. _Ber._ See, it stalks away! 50 _Hor._ Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak![33] [_Exit Ghost._ _Mar._ 'Tis gone, and will not answer. _Ber._ How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't?[34] 55 _Hor._ Before my God, I might not this believe[35] Without the sensible and true avouch[36] Of mine own eyes. _Mar._ Is it not like the king? _Hor._ As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on[37] 60 When he the ambitious Norway combated;[38] So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.[39] 'Tis strange.[40] _Mar._ Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,[41] 65 With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.[42] _Hor._ In what particular thought to work I know not;[43] But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,[44] This bodes some strange eruption to our state.