Bar. 'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
Fran. For this releefe much thankes: 'Tis [Sidenote: 42] bitter cold, And I am sicke at heart.[4]
Barn. Haue you had quiet Guard?[5]
Fran. Not a Mouse stirring.
Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, the Riuals[6] of my Watch, bid them make hast.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there? [Sidenote: Stand ho, who is there?]
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane.
Fran. Giue you good night.