Who 's there ? Long live the king ! He . ‘ Tis now struck twelve . Get thee to bed , Francisco . Have you had quiet guard ? Well , good night . If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus , The rivals of my watch , bid them make haste . Say . What , is Horatio there ? Welcome , Horatio :— Welcome , good Marcellus . I have seen nothing . Sit down awhile , And let us once again assail your ears , That are so fortified against our story , What we two nights have seen . Last night of all , When yond same star that 's westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns , Marcellus and myself , The bell then beating one ,— In the same figure , like the king that 's dead . Looks it not like the King ? mark it , Horatio . It would be spoke to . See , it stalks away ! How now , Horatio ! You tremble and look pale : Is not this something more than fantasy ? What think you o n't ? I think it be no other but e'en so : Well may it sort , that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was and is the question of these wars . ‘ Tis here ! It was about to speak , when the cock crew .