Hor. Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all, 35
When yond same star that's westward from the pole[24]
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven[25]
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one,—[26]
Enter Ghost.
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again![27] 40
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.[28]
Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.[29]
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Question it, Horatio.[30] 45