SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform bed in the master bedroom. MOM and DAD modestly under covers. DAD Who's there? MOM Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. DAD 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, child-o. Exit Child 1 MOM Well, good night. If you do hear or see another one, The rivals of my sleep, bid them make haste. DAD I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there? Enter CHILD 1 and CHILD 2 CHILD 1 Tis us, fair father, Friends to this bed. CHILD 2 And liegemen to our fair mother, bearer of us and our not so fair antics. MOM Give you good night. ( to DAD: : And not in our bed, ho! ) DAD What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? MOM I have seen nothing. ( to DAD: : Ignore those specters and they shall return from whence they came. ) DAD Mom says 'tis but my fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of her Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated her along With us to watch the minutes of thi