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That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me; [135]
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, [140]
For which they say your spirits oft walk in death,

Speak of it, stay and speak.
The cock crows.

Stop it, Marcellus.

MARCELLUS
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

HORATIO
Do if it will not stand.

BARNARDO
’Tis here. [145]

HORATIO
’Tis here.

Exit Ghost.

MARCELLUS
’Tis gone.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence,

For it is as the air, invulnerable, [150]
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

BARNARDO
It was about to speak when the cock crew.

HORATIO