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Hora. Stay, ſpeake, ſpeake, I charge thee ſpeake. Exit Ghoſt.

Mar. Tis gone and will not anſwere.

Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,

Is not this ſomthing more then phantaſie?

What thinke you-ont?

Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,

Without the ſencible and true auouch

Of mine owne eies.

Mar. Is it not like the King

Hora. As thou art to thy ſelfe.

Such was the very Armor he had on,

When he the ambitious Norway combated,

So frownd he once, when in an angry parle

He ſmot the ſleaded pollax on the ice.

Tis ſtrange.

Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,

With martiall ſtauke hath he gone by our watch.

Hora, In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,

But in the groſſe and ſcope of mine opinion,

This bodes ſome ſtrange eruption to our ſtate.

Mar. Good now ſit downe, and tell me he that knowes,

Why this ſame ſtrikt and moſt obſeruant watch

So nightly toiles the ſubiect of the land,

And with ſuch dayly coſt of brazon Cannon

And forraine marte, for implements of warre,

Why ſuch impreſſe of ſhip-writes, whoſe ſore taske

Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,

What might be toward that this ſweaty haſt

Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,

Who iſt that can informe mee:

Hora. That can I.

At leaſt the whiſper goes ſo; our laſt King,

Whoſe image euen but now appear'd to vs,

Was as you knowe by Fortinbraſſe of Norway,

Thereto prickt on by a moſt emulate pride

Dar’d to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,

(For ſo this ſide of our knowne world eſteemd him)

Did ſlay this Fortinbraſſe, who by a ſeald compact

Well ratified by lawe and heraldyB2