Horatio
Do, if it will not stand.
Bernardo
’Tis here!
Horatio
’Tis here!
Marcellus
’Tis gone!
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Exit Ghost .
Bernardo
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Horatio
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat