Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hor. In the dead wast and middle of the night
Hor. Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,
Hor. Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe,
Hor. Appeares before them, and with sollemne march
Hor. Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,
Hor. By their opprest and feare‑surprized eyes,
Hor. Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd
Hor. Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,
Hor. Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me
Hor. In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,
Hor. And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
Hor. Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,
Hor. Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,
Hor. The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:
Hor. These hands are not more like.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. But where was this?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.