Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 1
Critical ApparatusEnter Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.2
Fran. Nay answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe.3
Bar. Long liue the King,
Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre,5
Bar. Tis now strooke twelfe, get thee to bed Francisco,6
Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
7And I am sick at hart.
Bar. Haue you had quiet guard?8
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Bar. Well, good night:
9If you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus,
10The riualls of my watch, bid them make hast.Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.11
Fran. I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there?
Hora. Friends to this ground.12
Mar. And Leedgemen to the Dane,
Fran. Giue you good night.Critical Apparatus13
Mar. O, farwell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you?Critical Apparatus14
Fran. Barnardo hath my place; giue you good night.Exit Fran.pg 1138B1v Link 15
Mar. Holla, Barnardo.16
Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?17
Hora. A peece of him.18
Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,Critical Apparatus19
Hora. What, ha's this thing appeard againe to night?20
Bar. I haue seene nothing.21
Mar. Horatio saies tis but our fantasie,
22And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
23Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
24Therefore I haue intreated him along,
25With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
26That if againe this apparision come,
27He may approoue our eyes and speake to it.28
Hora. Tush, tush, twill not appeare.
Bar. Sit downe a while,
29And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
30That are so fortified against our story,
Critical Apparatus31What we haue two nights seene.
Hora. Well, sit we downe,
32And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.33
Bar. Last night of all,
34When yond same starre thats weastward from the pole,
35Had made his course t'illume that part of heauen
36Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe
37The bell then beating one.Critical ApparatusEnter Ghost.38
Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.39
Bar. In the same figure like the King thats dead.40
Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.41
Bar. Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.Critical Apparatus42
Hora. Most like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder.Critical Apparatus43
Bar. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speake to it Horatio.44
Hora. What art thou that vsurpst this time of night,
45Together with that faire and warlike forme,
46In which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke
47Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake.48
Mar. It is offended.
Bar. See it staukes away.Link 49
Hora. Stay, speake, speake, I charge thee speake.B2rExit Ghost.50
Mar. Tis gone and will not answere.51
Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
52Is not this somthing more then phantasie?
53What thinke you-ont?pg 1139 54
Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,
55Without the sencible and true auouch
56Of mine owne eies.57
Mar. Is it not like the King?58
Hora. As thou art to thy selfe.
59Such was the very Armor he had on,
Critical Apparatus60When he the ambitious Norway combated,
61So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
Critical Apparatus62He smot the sleaded pollax on the ice.
63Tis strange.Critical Apparatus64
Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
65With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.66
Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
Critical Apparatus67But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion,
68This bodes some strange eruption to our state.69
Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes,
70Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch
71So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
Critical Apparatus72And with such dayly [cast] of brazon Cannon
73And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
74Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
75Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
76What might be toward that this sweaty hast
77Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
78Who ist that can informe mee?
Hora. That can I.
79At least the whisper goes so; our last King,
80Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
81Was as you knowe by Fortinbrasse of Norway,
82Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride
83Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
84(For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him)
85Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a seald compact
Critical Apparatus86Well ratified by lawe and heraldy
88Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour.
89Against the which a moitie competent
Critical Apparatus90Was gaged by our King, which had returne
pg 114091To the inheritance of Fortinbrasse,
Critical Apparatus92Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart,
Critical Apparatus93And carriage of the [article desseignd],
94His fell to Hamlet; now Sir, young Fortinbrasse
95Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,
96Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
Critical Apparatus97Sharkt vp a list of lawelesse resolutes
98For foode and diet to some enterprise
99That hath a stomacke in't, which is no other
100As it doth well appeare vnto our state
101But to recouer of vs by strong hand
102And tearmes compulsatory, those foresaid lands
103So by his father lost; and this I take it,
104Is the maine motiue of our preparations
105The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head
Critical Apparatus106Of this post hast and Romadge in the land.Critical Apparatus107
Bar. I thinke it be no other, but enso;
108Well may it sort that this portentous figure
109Comes armed through our watch so like the King
110That was and is the question of these warres.Critical Apparatus111
Hora. A moth it is to trouble the mindes eye:
112In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
113A little ere the mightiest Iulius fell
Critical Apparatus114The graues stood [tennātlesse], and the sheeted dead
115Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets
Critical Apparatus116As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood
117Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre,
118Vpon whose influence Neptunes Empier stands,
119Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse.
pg 1141Critical Apparatus120And euen the like precurse of [feard] euents
121As harbindgers preceading still the fates
122And prologue to the Omen comming on
123Haue heauen and earth together demonstrated
124Vnto our Climatures and countrymen.Enter Ghost.
B3r Link 125But soft, behold, loe where it comes againe
126Ile crosse it though it blast mee: stay illusion,It spreads
127If thou hast any sound or vse of voyce,his armes.
Critical Apparatus128Speake to me,
129If there be any good thing to be done
130That may to thee doe ease, and grace to mee,
131Speake to me.
132If thou art priuie to thy countries fate
133Which happily foreknowing may auoyd
135Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy life
136Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth
Critical Apparatus137For which they say your spirits oft walke in death.The cocke
138Speake of it, stay and speake, stop it Marcellus.crowes.Critical Apparatus139
Mar. Shall I strike it with my partizan?140
Hor. Doe if it will not stand.
Bar. Tis heere.
Hor. Tis heere.
Mar. Tis gone.
141We doe it wrong being so Maiesticall
142To offer it the showe of violence,
143For it is as the ayre, invulnerable,
144And our vaine blowes malicious mockery.145
Bar. It was about to speake when the cock crewe.146
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing,
147Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard,
148The Cock that is the trumpet to the morne,
149Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat
150Awake the God of day, and at his warning
151Whether in sea or fire, in earth or ayre
152Th'extrauagant and erring spirit hies
153To his confine, and of the truth heerein
154This present obiect made probation.155
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cock.
Critical Apparatus156Some say that euer gainst that season comes
157Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated
Critical Apparatus158This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
Critical Apparatus159And then they say no spirit dare sturre abraode
160The nights are wholsome, then no plannets strike,
pg 1142Critical Apparatus161No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme163
Hora. So haue I heard and doe in part belieue it,
164But looke the morne in russet mantle clad
165Walkes ore the dewe of yon high Eastward hill
166Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise
167Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
168Vnto young Hamlet, for vppon my life
169This spirit dumb to vs, will speake to him:
170Doe you consent we shall acquaint him with it
171As needfull in our loues, fitting our duty.172
Mar. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning knowe
Critical Apparatus173Where we shall find him most conuenient.Exeunt.