Page 205 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Had made his course t’illume that part of heaven [40]
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one −

Enter Ghost.

MARCELLUS
Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.

BARNARDO

In the same figure like the King that’s dead.

MARCELLUS

Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. [45]

BARNARDO
Looks a not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.

HORATIO
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

BARNARDO
It would be spoke to.

MARCELLUS
Question it, Horatio.

HORATIO
What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form [50]

In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee speak.

MARCELLUS
It is offended.

BARNARDO