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- No, you answer me. Stop and reveal yourself
- Thanks for relieving me. It’s bitterly cold, and I’m sad and depressed
- I think I hear them. —Stop! Who’s there?
- FRANCISCO
- You arrived right on schedule
- Barnardo?
- Yes, me
- Well, good night. If you see Horatio and Marcellus, who are going to stand guard with me, tell them to hurry.
- BARNARDO
- Who’s there?
- Has your guard duty been quiet?
- Long live the king!
- The clock just struck twelve. Go to bed, Francisco
- Horatio says it’s all our imagination, and won’t let himself believein this awful thing we’ve now seen twice. I asked him to join usin our guard duty tonight, so that if the ghost appears he canconfirm what we see and speak to it
- MARCELLUS
- So, has the thing appeared again tonight?
- Hello, Barnardo
- HORATIO
- More or less.
- Good night to you.
- Barnardo’s taken my place. Good night.
- I’ve heard the same thing, and partially believe it. But look, thered glow of morning is breaking beyond that hill in the east.Let’s end our watch and go tell young Hamlet what we’ve seentonight. I’d bet my life that this ghost, which will not speak to us,will speak to him. Do you agree that we should tell Hamlet, thatwe owe it to him to him out of our duty and our love?
- Say, is Horatio here too?
- Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, Marcellus.
- I haven’t seen anything.
- Oh, come now. It’s not going to appear
- Sure, let’s sit down and listen to Barnardo speak.
- Sit down for a while, and let us tell you again the story you refuseto believe, about what we’ve seen the last two nights.
- Stay! Speak! Speak! I order you, speak!
- What are you, that you disturb this time of night, appearing justike the dead king of Denmark dressed in his battle armor? ByGod, I order you to speak.
- Quiet, stop talking! Look, it’s come again
- It wants us to speak to it.
- Looking exactly like the dead king
- Yes, if it doesn’t stand still.
- The ghost is definitely something to worry about, like a speckof dust bothering your eye. In the powerful Roman Empire, justbefore the mighty Julius Caesar was assassinated, the gravesstood empty while the ghostly dead ran through the streets ofRome squeaking and jabbering. Shooting stars streaked acrossthe sky, blood fell along with the morning dew, and omens of disaster appeared on the sun. The moon, which controls the tidesof the sea, was so eclipsed it almost disappeared completely.We’ve had similar signs of disaster, as if heaven and earth havejoined together to warn us of what’s to come.
- I swear by God, I’d never have believed this had I not seen it withmy own eyes.
- Should I hit it with my spear?
- It’s gone, and won’t answer.
- It’s happened like this twice before, always at just this time.Dressed like a warrior, he walks by us at our guard post.
- It faded away when the rooster crowed. Some people say thatjust before Christmas the rooster crows all night long, so that noghost dares go wandering, and the night is safe for all. Then nodark fates control us, no fairy can cast a spell on us, and witchescannot hurt us with their charms. That’s how holy and blessedChristmas is.
- Last night, when that star to the west of the North Star hadmoved across the heavens to brighten that spot in the sky whereit’s shining now, at precisely one o’clock, Marcellus and I—
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