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<D {Enter Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.}>
<S {Bar.}> Whose there?
<S ##{Fran.}> *Nay answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe.
<S {Bar.}> Long liue the King,
<S ##{Fran.} {Barnardo.}>
<S ##{Bar.}> Hee.
<S {Fran.}> You come most carefully vpon your houre,
<S {Bar.}> Tis now strooke twelfe, get thee to bed {Francisco.}
<S {Fran.}> For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at hart.
<S {Bar.}> Haue you had quiet guard?
<S ##{Fran.}> Not a mouse stirring.
<S {Bar.}> Well, good night:
If you doe meete {Horatio} and {Marcellus},
The riualls of my watch, bid them make #hast.
<D {Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.}>
<S {Fran.}> I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there?
<S ##{Hora.}> Friends to this ground.
<S {Mar.}> And Leedgemen to the Dane,
<S ##{Fran.}> Giue you good night.
<S {Mar.}> O, farwell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you?
<S {Fran.} {Barnardo}> hath my place; giue you . . .
