Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring. 10
Ber. Well, good night.[7]
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,[7][8]
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.[7][8]
Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?[9]
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And liegemen to the Dane. 15
Fran. Give you good night.[10]
Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:[11][12]
Who hath relieved you?[13]