This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch;
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.
But where was this?
My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
MARCELLUS & BERNARDO
We do, my lord.
Arm'd, say you?
Arm'd, my lord.
From top to toe?
MARCELLUS & BERNARDO
My lord, from head to foot.
Then saw you not his face?
O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
What, look'd he frowningly?
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Pale or red?
Nay, very pale.
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
I would I had been there.
While googling images for this particular piece of armour the surprising thing was how many Renaissance Fayre- style reconstructions showed up. Armour continues to fascinate, it seems - and I am sure there are passionate folks out there who might argue that Shakespeare was wrong to describe the folding visor of a helmet as the bevor, since for some the bevor was specifically a neck-covering plate of armour. As ever, it is safest to assume a) that Shakespeare does know what he is talking about, and b) that it's the effect of the image that is important, rather than specifics.
TWAS A ROUGH NIGHT
In the aftermath of Duncan's murder, the Porter appears to break the tension and to answer the earnest knocking at the door. He opens to greet Macduff and Lennox, who describes the strange events of the night -
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i'th'air, strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth
Was feverous and did shake.
'Twas a rough night.