As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse;120
And even the like precurse of fierce events.
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.]125
Enter Ghost again.
But, soft! behold! lo! where it comes again.
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,128
It spreads his arms.
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me:132
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
O! speak;
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life136
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
The cock crows.
Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.139
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Ber. 'Tis here!
Hor. 'Tis here!
117 As . . . blood; cf. n.
118 Disasters: unfavorable aspects; cf. n.
moist star: moon
120 sick . . . doomsday; cf. n.
121 precurse: heralding
122 still: constantly
123 prologue: introduction
125 climatures: regions (?); cf. n.
127 cross: meet, face; cf. n.
131 [do] grace: do honor to
134 happily: haply
136 uphoarded; cf. n.
140 partisan; cf. n.
