Page 206 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

See, it stalks away.

HORATIO
Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee speak.
Exit Ghost.

MARCELLUS
’Tis gone and will not answer. [55]

BARNARDO
How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you on’t?

HORATIO
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch [60]
Of mine own eyes.

MARCELLUS

Is it not like the King?

HORATIO

As thou art to thyself.
Such was the very armour he had on
When he th’ambitious Norway combated.
So frown’d he once, when in an angry parle [65]

He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
’Tis strange.

MARCELLUS
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

HORATIO
In what particular thought to work I know not, [70]

But in the gross and scope of my opinion,