Together with that fair and warlike form

In which the majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march? by heaven, I charge thee, speak.

Mar. It is offended.

Ber.

See, it stalks away.

Ho. Stay; speak; speak, I charge thee; speak.

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

[Exit Ghost.

Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble and look

pale :

Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you of it?

Ho. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch

Of mine own eyes.

Mar.

Is it not like the king?

Ho. As thou art to thyself:

Such was the very armour he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated:
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks 1 on the ice.

'Tis strange.

Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump 2 at this dead hour,

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Ho. In what particular tnought to work, I know

not;

1 Sledged Polanders

2 Just.

But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land;
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day:
Who is 't, that can inform me ?

Ho.

At least, the whisper goes so.

That can I;

Our last king,

Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,

Dared to the combat; in which, our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seised of, to the conqueror;
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king, which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same comart,1

Joint bargain.

And carriage of the article design'd,1
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

Fortinbras,

Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes.

For food and diet, to some enterprise

That hath a stomach in 't; which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our state)
But to recover of us, by strong hand

And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost and this, I take it,

:

Is the main motive of our preparations;

The source of this our watch; and the chief heao Of this post-haste and romage 3 in the land.

3

Ber. I think it be no other, but even so: Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was, and is the question 5 of these wars. Ho. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy 6 state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.7

As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

i. e. import of the articles drawn up between them.

2 Resolution.

3 Romage here signifies inquiry into the means of defence 4 Suit. 5 The theme or subject. 6 Victorious. An intermediate verse is here evidently lost.

Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,1
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands.
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,—
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,--
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-

Re-enter GHOST.

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound or use of voice,

Speak to me:

If there be any good thing to be done,

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,

Speak to me:

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

[cock crows. Speak of it-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 3 Ho. Do, if it will not stand.

1 i. e. the moon.

A partisan is a kind of pike.

Portentous event.

We do it wrong, being so majestical,

To offer it the show of violence;

For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew. Ho. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring 1 spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.

1

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

2

Ho. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:

I Wandering.

Strikes with diseases.