Horatio
Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
Exit Ghost .
Marcellus
’Tis gone, and will not answer.
Bernardo
How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on’t?
Horatio
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Marcellus
Is it not like the king?
Horatio
As thou art to thyself: