Horatio
Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.
Bernardo
Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story
What we have two nights seen.
Horatio
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Bernardo
When yond same star that’s westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one—