Act 1, Scene 1

SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

    FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO

BERNARDO

    Who's there?

FRANCISCO

    Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. 

BERNARDO

    Long live the king!

BERNARDO

    Have you had quiet guard?

FRANCISCO

    Not a mouse stirring.

 Stand, ho! Who's there?

    Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

HORATIO

    Friends to this ground.

MARCELLUS

    And liegemen to the Dane.

MARCELLUS

    What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

BERNARDO

    I have seen nothing.

MARCELLUS

    He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

HORATIO

    Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

HORATIO

    Well, sit we down,

    And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

BERNARDO

    Last night of all...

 

    Enter Ghost

MARCELLUS

    look, it comes again!

BERNARDO

    In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

MARCELLUS

    Question it, Horatio.

HORATIO

    What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,

    with 

    In which the majesty of buried Denmark

    Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!

BERNARDO

    Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!

    Exit Ghost

MARCELLUS

    'Tis gone, and will not answer.

    Is it not like the king?

HORATIO

    As thou art to thyself:

    Such was the very armour he had on

    When he the ambitious Norway combated;

    'Tis strange.

MARCELLUS

    Good now, sit down, and tell me,

    Who is't that can inform me?

HORATIO

    That can I; Our last king,

    Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

    Was, by Fortinbras of Norway,

    Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--

    Did slay this Fortinbras;

    WHo did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

    Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

    Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

    Tries to recover of us, those foresaid lands

    So by his father lost: and this, I take it,

    Is the main motive of our preparations,

BERNARDO

    But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

    Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:

    Let us impart what we have seen to-night

    Unto young Hamlet;

MARCELLUS

    Let's do't,

    Exeunt