BERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch;so like the king That was and is the question of these wars. HORATIO A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun;and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.- But soft,behold!lo,where it comes again! [Re-enter Ghost] I'll cross it,though it blast me.Stay,illusion! If thou hast any sound,or use of voice, Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Speak to me: [Cock crows] If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which,happily,foreknowing may avoid,O,speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth. For which,they say,you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it:stay,and speak!Stop it,Marcellus.BERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was and is the question of these wars. HORATIO A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen. -- But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! [Re-enter Ghost] I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Speak to me: [Cock crows] If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus