HORATIO.
Friends to this ground.
MARCELLUS.
And liegemen to the Dane.
FRANCISCO.
Give you good-night.
MARCELLUS.
O, farewell, honest soldier;
Who hath reliev'd you?
FRANCISCO.
Bernardo has my place.
Give you good-night.
[Exit.]
MARCELLUS.
Holla! Bernardo!
BERNARDO.
Say.
What, is Horatio there?
HORATIO.
A piece of him.
BERNARDO.
Welcome, Horatio: — Welcome, good Marcellus.
MARCELLUS.
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
BERNARDO.
I have seen nothing.
MARCELLUS.
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
