_Mar._ Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe.
2. In the same figure like the King that's dead,
_Mar._ Thou art a scholler, speake to it H_oratio_.
2. Lookes it not like the king?
_Hor._ Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder.
2. It would be spoke to.
_Mar._ Question it H_oratio_.
_Hor._ What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in
Which the Maiestie of buried _Denmarke_ did sometimes
Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake.
_Mar._ It is offended. _exit Ghost._
2. See, it stalkes away.
_Hor._ Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee
speake.
_Mar._ Tis gone and makes no answer.
2. How now H_oratio_, you tremble and looke pale,
Is not this something more than fantasie?
What thinke you on't?
_Hor._ Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without
the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes.
_Mar._ Is it not like the King? [B2]
_Hor._ As thou art to thy selfe,
Such was the very armor he had on,
When he the ambitious _Norway_ combated.
So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce,
Tis strange.
_Mar._ Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower,
With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch.