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lowing Editions. 1605. I. R. for N. L. 1637. R. Young, for Iohn Smethwicke, No date. W. S. for Iobn Smethwicke.
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you felf. Bar. Long liue the king. Fran. Barnardo. Bar. Hee. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre. Bar. Tis now strooke twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
Bar. Have you had quiet guard ?
Bar. Well, good night :
Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Fran. I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there? Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And leegemen to the Dane. Fran. Giue you good night. Mar. O, farewell honest fouldiers, who hath relieu'd you ? Fran. Bernardo hath my place; giue you good night.
Mar. Horatio fayes tis but a* fantasie,
Hora. Tush, tush, twill not appeare.
Bar. Sit downe awhile,
Hor. Well fit wee downe,
Bar. Last night of all,
Mar. Peace, breake thee off looke where it comes againe,
Hora. What art thou that vsurpst this time of night,
Mar. It is offended.
Exit Ghost. Ma. Tis gone and will not answere.
Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
Hora. Before my God I might not this beleeue,
Mar. Is it not like the king'?
Hora. As thou art to thy felfe:
Mar. Thus twice before and iump at this dead + houre, With martiall stauke hath hee gone by our watch.
Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
But in the grofle and scope of mine opinion,
Mar. Good now fit downe, and tell me hee that knowes,
Hora. That can I.