MARCELLUS: Horatio says that this dreaded thing we’ve already seen twice is only our fantasy, so he won’t let himself believe in it.
That’s why I’ve begged him to come along with us on our shift, so that if this apparition comes, he’ll agree that it’s real and speak to it.
HORATIO: Tush, tush–
—it won’t appear.
Sit down then, so I can batter your ears again with the story.
Last night, when the bell tolled one o’clock and that star to the west of the Northern Star had wound its way to where it is now,
Marcellus and I—
MARCELLUS: Peace! Stop! Look!
BARNARDO: Again! In the same form as the king that’s dead!