Speeches (Lines) for Bernardo
in "Hamlet"
Total: 19

1

I,1,2

(stage directions). Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him].

Bernardo. Who's there?

2

I,1,4

Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Bernardo. Long live the King!

3

I,1,6

Francisco. Bernardo?

Bernardo. He.

4

I,1,8

Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour.

Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

5

I,1,11

Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.

Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard?

6

I,1,13

Francisco. Not a mouse stirring.

Bernardo. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

7

I,1,26

Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo!

Bernardo. Say-
What, is Horatio there ?

8

I,1,29

Horatio. A piece of him.

Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

9

I,1,31

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

Bernardo. I have seen nothing.

10

I,1,40

Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

Bernardo. Sit down awhile,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.

11

I,1,46

Horatio. Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Bernardo. Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one-

12

I,1,53

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

Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead.

13

I,1,55

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

Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.

14

I,1,57

Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

Bernardo. It would be spoke to.

15

I,1,64

Marcellus. It is offended.

Bernardo. See, it stalks away!

16

I,1,68

Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer.

Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?

17

I,1,125

Horatio. That can I.
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror;
Against the which a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other,
As it doth well appear unto our state,
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost; and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Bernardo. 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.

18

I,1,162

Horatio. Do, if it will not stand.

Bernardo. 'Tis here!

19

I,1,170

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.

Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.