Speeches (Lines) for Marcellus in "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 I, 1, 19
  • And liegemen to the Dane.
  • And liegemen to the Dane.
  • Horatio. Friends to this ground.

    Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane.

2 I, 1, 21
  • O, farewell, honest soldier.
    Who hath reliev'd you?
  • O, farewell, honest soldier.
    Who hath reliev'd you?
  • Francisco. Give you good night.

    Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier.
    Who hath reliev'd you?

3 I, 1, 25
  • Holla, Bernardo!
  • Holla, Bernardo!
  • Francisco. Bernardo hath my place.
    Give you good night. Exit.

    Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo!

4 I, 1, 30
  • What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
  • What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
  • Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

    Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

5 I, 1, 32
  • Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
    And will not let belief take hold of him...
  • Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
    And will not let belief take hold of him
    Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
    Therefore I have entreated him along,
    With us to watch the minutes of this night,
    That, if again this apparition come,
    He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
  • Bernardo. I have seen nothing.

    Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
    And will not let belief take hold of him
    Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
    Therefore I have entreated him along,
    With us to watch the minutes of this night,
    That, if again this apparition come,
    He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

6 I, 1, 52
  • Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again!
  • Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again!
  • (stage directions). Enter Ghost.

    Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again!

7 I, 1, 54
  • Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
  • Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
  • Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead.

    Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

8 I, 1, 58
  • Question it, Horatio.
  • Question it, Horatio.
  • Bernardo. It would be spoke to.

    Marcellus. Question it, Horatio.

9 I, 1, 63
  • It is offended.
  • It is offended.
  • Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night
    Together with that fair and warlike form
    In which the majesty of buried Denmark
    Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!

    Marcellus. It is offended.

10 I, 1, 67
  • 'Tis gone and will not answer.
  • 'Tis gone and will not answer.
  • (stage directions). Exit Ghost.

    Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer.

11 I, 1, 74
  • Is it not like the King?
  • Is it not like the King?
  • Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe
    Without the sensible and true avouch
    Of mine own eyes.

    Marcellus. Is it not like the King?

12 I, 1, 81
  • Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
    With martial stalk hath he go...
  • Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
    With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
  • Horatio. As thou art to thyself.
    Such was the very armour he had on
    When he th' ambitious Norway combated.
    So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle,
    He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
    'Tis strange.

    Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
    With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

13 I, 1, 86
  • Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows,
    Why this same strict and most...
  • Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows,
    Why this same strict and most observant watch
    So nightly toils the subject of the land,
    And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
    And foreign mart for implements of war;
    Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
    Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
    What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
    Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
    Who is't that can inform me?
  • Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not;
    But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
    This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

    Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows,
    Why this same strict and most observant watch
    So nightly toils the subject of the land,
    And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
    And foreign mart for implements of war;
    Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
    Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
    What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
    Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
    Who is't that can inform me?

14 I, 1, 160
  • Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
  • Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
  • Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
    In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
    A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
    The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
    Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
    As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
    Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
    Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
    Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
    And even the like precurse of fierce events,
    As harbingers preceding still the fates
    And prologue to the omen coming on,
    Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
    Unto our climature and countrymen.
    [Enter Ghost again.]
    But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again!
    I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion!
    [Spreads his arms.]
    If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
    Speak to me.
    If there be any good thing to be done,
    That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me,
    Speak to me.
    If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
    Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
    O, speak!
    Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
    Extorted treasure in the womb of earth
    (For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death),
    [The cock crows.]
    Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus!

    Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

15 I, 1, 164
  • 'Tis gone!
    [Exit Ghost.]
    We do it wrong, being so majestical,
    To off...
  • 'Tis gone!
    [Exit Ghost.]
    We do it wrong, being so majestical,
    To offer it the show of violence;
    For it is as the air, invulnerable,
    And our vain blows malicious mockery.
  • Horatio. 'Tis here!

    Marcellus. 'Tis gone!
    [Exit Ghost.]
    We do it wrong, being so majestical,
    To offer it the show of violence;
    For it is as the air, invulnerable,
    And our vain blows malicious mockery.

16 I, 1, 180
  • It faded on the crowing of the cock.
    Some say that ever, 'gainst that season...
  • It faded on the crowing of the cock.
    Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes
    Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
    The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
    And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
    The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
    No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
    So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
  • Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing
    Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
    The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
    Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
    Awake the god of day; and at his warning,
    Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
    Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
    To his confine; and of the truth herein
    This present object made probation.

    Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
    Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes
    Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
    The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
    And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
    The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
    No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
    So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

17 I, 2, 372
  • My good lord!
  • My good lord!
  • Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
    And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
    Marcellus?

    Marcellus. My good lord!

18 I, 2, 423
  • My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
  • My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
  • Hamlet. But where was this?

    Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

19 I, 2, 438
  • [with Bernardo] We do, my lord.
  • [with Bernardo] We do, my lord.
  • Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
    Hold you the watch to-night?

    Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord.

20 I, 2, 440
  • [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord.
  • [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord.
  • Hamlet. Arm'd, say you?

    Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord.

21 I, 2, 442
  • [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot.
  • [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot.
  • Hamlet. From top to toe?

    Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot.

22 I, 2, 455
  • [with Bernardo] Longer, longer.
  • [with Bernardo] Longer, longer.
  • Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

    Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer.

23 I, 4, 630
  • No, it is struck.
  • No, it is struck.
  • Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve.

    Marcellus. No, it is struck.

24 I, 4, 691
  • Look with what courteous action
    It waves you to a more removed ground.
    B...
  • Look with what courteous action
    It waves you to a more removed ground.
    But do not go with it!
  • Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it,
    As if it some impartment did desire
    To you alone.

    Marcellus. Look with what courteous action
    It waves you to a more removed ground.
    But do not go with it!

25 I, 4, 714
  • You shall not go, my lord.
  • You shall not go, my lord.
  • Hamlet. It waves me still.
    Go on. I'll follow thee.

    Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord.

26 I, 4, 726
  • Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
  • Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
  • Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination.

    Marcellus. Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.

27 I, 4, 728
  • Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
  • Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
  • Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come?

    Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

28 I, 4, 730
  • Nay, let's follow him.
  • Nay, let's follow him.
  • Horatio. Heaven will direct it.

    Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him.

29 I, 5, 853
  • Lord Hamlet!
  • Lord Hamlet!
  • (stage directions). Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

    Marcellus. Lord Hamlet!

30 I, 5, 856
  • Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
  • Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
  • Hamlet. So be it!

    Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord!

31 I, 5, 858
  • How is't, my noble lord?
  • How is't, my noble lord?
  • Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.

    Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord?

32 I, 5, 860
  • O, wonderful!
  • O, wonderful!
  • Horatio. What news, my lord?

    Marcellus. O, wonderful!

33 I, 5, 864
  • Nor I, my lord.
  • Nor I, my lord.
  • Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven!

    Marcellus. Nor I, my lord.

34 I, 5, 867
  • [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord.
  • [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord.
  • Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
    But you'll be secret?

    Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord.

35 I, 5, 892
  • [with Horatio] My lord, we will not.
  • [with Horatio] My lord, we will not.
  • Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night.

    Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not.

36 I, 5, 896
  • Nor I, my lord- in faith.
  • Nor I, my lord- in faith.
  • Horatio. In faith,
    My lord, not I.

    Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith.

37 I, 5, 898
  • We have sworn, my lord, already.
  • We have sworn, my lord, already.
  • Hamlet. Upon my sword.

    Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already.

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