HORATIO.
As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
HAMLET.
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
MARCELLUS. and Ber.
We do, my lord.
HAMLET.
Arm'd, say you?
BOTH.
Arm'd, my lord.
HAMLET.
From top to toe?
BOTH.
My lord, from head to foot.
HAMLET.
Then saw you not his face?
HORATIO.
O, yes, my lord: he wore his beaver up.
HAMLET.
What, look'd he frowningly?
HORATIO.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
HAMLET.
Pale or red?
HORATIO.
Nay, very pale.
HAMLET.
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
