MARCELLUS: It’s gone, and will not answer.
BARNARDO: What do you think now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Isn’t this more than a fantasy?
HORATIO: Before my God, if I hadn’t seen that with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it.
MARCELLUS: Doesn’t it look like the king?
HORATIO: Yes, as much as you look like yourself. He was wearing exactly that armor when he fought the king of Norway, and he frowned just like that when he attacked the Poles.
MARCELLUS: Twice before, at this dead hour, he’s stalked our watch like a soldier.
HORATIO: I don’t know why, but I have a feeling this means bad news for our country.
MARCELLUS: Sit and tell me more of that. Can anyone tell me why Denmark has imposed this strict schedule of guards? And why we manufacture cannons daily and refuse to give the shipbuilders a holiday, even on Sunday?
HORATIO: I can tell you…Or at least I can describe the rumors. As you know, our late king was the rival of Fortinbras, the king of Norway. Fortinbras dared him to battle . . .