Francisco Lines

Who’s there?

Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Long live the King

Barnardo?

He.

You come most carefully upon your hour

‘Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

For this relief much thanks. ‘Tis bitter cold and I am sick at heart.

Have you had quiet guard?

Not a mouse stirring.

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

I think I hear them. Stand ho, who is there?

And liegemen to the Dane

Give you good night

O farewell, honest soldiers; who hath relieved you?

Barnardo hath my place. Give you goodnight.