[Crosses to L.]
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable[64] in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
Hor. (R.) Our duty to your honour.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.
[Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO, R.H.]
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: 'would the night were come;