SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform bed in the master bedroom.MOM and DAD modestly under covers.
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, child-o.
Exit Child 1
Well, good night.
If you do hear or see another one,
The rivals of my sleep, bid them make haste.
I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
Enter CHILD 1 and CHILD 2
Tis us, fair father, Friends to this bed.
And liegemen to our fair mother, bearer of us and our not so fair antics.
Give you good night. (to DAD:: And not in our bed, ho!)
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
I have seen nothing. (to DAD:: Ignore those specters and they shall return from whence they came.)
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 this night;
That if again the apparitions come,
They may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
It would be spoke to.
Question it, Mom.
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that small and tantrumlike form
In which the majesty of buried restful nights
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
It is offended.
See, it stalks away! (to DAD: Our work here is done!)