A cold watch stands upon the platform at Elsinore.

BARNARDO: Who's there?
FRANCISCO: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO: Long live the king.
MARCELLUS: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, and will not let belief take hold of him.
HORATIO: Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
BARNARDO: Sit down awhile, and let us once again assail your ears.
MARCELLUS: Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.
HORATIO: In the same figure, like the king that's past.
BARNARDO: It would be spoke to.
HORATIO: Stay. Speak, speak. I charge thee, speak.
