BARNARDO: It wants us to speak to it!
MARCELLUS: You are a scholar—speak to it, Horatio!
HORATIO: What are you that seizes the night, looking like the dead king of Denmark in his battle glory? By God, I order you to speak!
MARCELLUS: It is offended.
BARNARDO: Look, it stalks away.
HORATIO: Stay! Speak! I order you! Speak! Speak!