Scene 1. Elsinore Castle. The flatform of the guard.
(Enter Bernardo and Francisco, two Sentinels from oppose directions.)
Bernardo. : Who's there?
Francisco. : Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
Bernardo. : Long live the King!
Francisci. : Bernardo?
Bernardo. : He.
Francisco. : You come most carefully upon your hour.
Bernardo. : Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
Francisco. : For his relief much thanks. Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
Bernardo. : Have you had quiet guard?
Francisco. : Not a mouse strirring
Bernardo. : Well, good night. If you meet Horation and Marcellus, the rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
(Enter Horatio and Marcellus)
Francisco. : I think I hear them. Stand! Who's there?
Horatio. : Friends to this ground.
Marcellus. : And liegemen to the Dane.
Francisco. : Give you good night.
Marcellus. : O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Francisco. : Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. (Leaves)
(Enter Bernardo and Francisco, two Sentinels from oppose directions.)
Bernardo. : Who's there?
Francisco. : Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
Bernardo. : Long live the King!
Francisci. : Bernardo?
Bernardo. : He.
Francisco. : You come most carefully upon your hour.
Bernardo. : Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
Francisco. : For his relief much thanks. Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
Bernardo. : Have you had quiet guard?
Francisco. : Not a mouse strirring
Bernardo. : Well, good night. If you meet Horation and Marcellus, the rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
(Enter Horatio and Marcellus)
Francisco. : I think I hear them. Stand! Who's there?
Horatio. : Friends to this ground.
Marcellus. : And liegemen to the Dane.
Francisco. : Give you good night.
Marcellus. : O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Francisco. : Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. (Leaves)
