Speeches (Lines) for Marcellus
in "Hamlet"

Total: 37

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1

I,1,19

Horatio. Friends to this ground.

Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane.


2

I,1,21

Francisco. Give you good night.

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


3

I,1,25

Francisco. Bernardo hath my place.
Give you good night. Exit.

Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo!


4

I,1,30

Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

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


5

I,1,32

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

(stage directions). Enter Ghost.

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


7

I,1,54

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

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


8

I,1,58

Bernardo. It would be spoke to.

Marcellus. Question it, Horatio.


9

I,1,63

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

(stage directions). Exit Ghost.

Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer.


11

I,1,74

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hamlet. But where was this?

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


19

I,2,438

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

Hamlet. Arm'd, say you?

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


21

I,2,442

Hamlet. From top to toe?

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


22

I,2,455

Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer.


23

I,4,630

Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve.

Marcellus. No, it is struck.


24

I,4,691

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

Hamlet. It waves me still.
Go on. I'll follow thee.

Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord.


26

I,4,726

Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination.

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


27

I,4,728

Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come?

Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.


28

I,4,730

Horatio. Heaven will direct it.

Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him.


29

I,5,853

(stage directions). Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Marcellus. Lord Hamlet!


30

I,5,856

Hamlet. So be it!

Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord!


31

I,5,858

Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.

Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord?


32

I,5,860

Horatio. What news, my lord?

Marcellus. O, wonderful!


33

I,5,864

Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven!

Marcellus. Nor I, my lord.


34

I,5,867

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

Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night.

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


36

I,5,896

Horatio. In faith,
My lord, not I.

Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith.


37

I,5,898

Hamlet. Upon my sword.

Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already.


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