Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo,[who approaches him].Ber.

Who's there?Fran. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.Ber. Long live the King!Fran. Bernardo?Ber. He.Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.Fran. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,And I am sick at heart.Ber. Have you had quiet guard?Fran. Not a mouse stirring.Ber. Well, good night.If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.