Bernardo at his post. Clouds scudding. The clock strikes. Marcellus enters, apprehensively. Bernardo looms up out of the shadows.
MARCELLUS: Who's there?
BERNARDO: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
MACELLUS: Long live the king!
BERNARDO: You come most carefully upon your hour.
MARCELLUS: Have you had quiet guard?
BERNARDO: Not a mouse stirring.
HORATIO: (OFF) Hallo--Bernardo?
BERNARDO: Say, what --is Horatio there?
HORATIO: A piece of him.
BERNARDO: Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
HORATIO: What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
BERNARDO: I have seen nothing.
MARCELLUS: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy. Therefore I have