Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 1 Flashcards
For this relief much thanks. ‘Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Francisco to Barnardo
What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Horatio to Barnardo
Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy
Marcellus to Barnardo
Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
Marcellus to Barnardo
That if again this apparition come
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Marcellus to Barnardo
Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.
Horatio to Marcellus
In the same figure like the king that’s dead.
Barnardo to Marcellus
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Horatio to The Ghost
I charge thee, speak.
Horatio to Ghost
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on ’t?
Barnardo to Horatio
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Horatio to Barnardo
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated
Horatio to Marcellus
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Horatio to Marcellus
Good now, sit down and tell me, he that knows
Marcellus to Horatio
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
Marcellus to Horatio