Haue you had quiet Guard ? Well , goodnight . If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus , the Riuals of my Watch , bid them make hast . Last night of all , When yond same Starre that 's Westward from the Pole Had made his course t'illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes , Marcellus and my selfe , The Bell then beating one . In the same figure , like the King that 's dead . Lookes it not like the King ? Marke it Horatio . It would be spoke too . See , it stalkes away . How now Horatio ? You tremble and look pale : Is not this something more then Fantasie ? What thinke you o n't ? ‘ Tis heere . It was about to speake , when the Cocke crew .