BARNARDO: Yes, it’s me.
FRANCISCO: You come right on time.
BARNARDO: It’s just striking twelve. Go to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCO: Thanks for relieving me. It’s bitterly cold out, and I’m sick at heart.
BARNARDO: Has it been . . . a quiet night?
FRANCISCO: Not a mouse stirring.
BARNARDO: Well, good night. If you see my watch partners, Horatio and Marcellus, tell them to hurry.
FRANCISCO: I think I hear them. Stop! Who’s there?
HORATIO: Friends of this land.
MARCELLUS: And servants of the Danish king.
FRANCISCO: God give you good night.