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BARNARDO In the same figure47 like the king that's dead.
MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar48; speak to it, Horatio.
BARNARDO Looks it not like the king? Mark it49, Horatio.
HORATIO Most like: it harrows50 me with fear and wonder.
BARNARDO It would51 be spoke to.
MARCELLUS Question it, Horatio.
HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st53 this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark55
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge56 thee speak!
MARCELLUS It is offended.
BARNARDO See, it stalks away.
HORATIO Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
Exit the Ghost
MARCELLUS 'Tis gone and will not answer.
BARNARDO How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't63?
HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch65
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 Norway70 combated:
So frowned he once when, in an angry parle71,
He smote the steeled pole-axe72 on the ice.
'Tis strange.
MARCELLUS Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
