Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story What we have two nights seen.

Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Last night of all, 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—