What, has this thing appeared again tonight?

Horatio
What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Barnardo
I have seen nothing.
Marcellus
Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.

Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night,
That, if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Horatio 
Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.Alliteration & Epizeuxis
Barnardo
Sit down awhile,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,Synecdoche & Assonance
What we have two nights seen.Anastrophe
Horatio
Well, sit we down,Anastrophe
And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
Barnardo
Last night of all,
When yond same star that’s westward from the pole
Had made his course t’ illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns,Anastrophe Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one—
 Enter Ghost.
Marcellus 
Peace, break thee off! Look where it comes again.
Barnardo
In the same figure like the King that’s dead.
Marcellus, to Horatio
Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Barnardo
Looks he not like the King?Ellipsis & Anastrophe Mark it, Horatio.
Horatio
Most like.Anapodoton It harrows me with fear and wonder.Hendiadys
Barnardo
It would be spoke to.
Marcellus
Speak to it, Horatio.
Horatio
What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike formHendiadys
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march?Metonymy By heaven, I charge thee, speak.
Marcellus
It is offended.
Barnardo
See, it stalks away.
Horatio
Stay! speak! speak! I charge thee, speak!Diacope
 Ghost exits.
Marcellus
’Tis gone and will not answer.
Barnardo
How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on ’t?
Horatio
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouchHendiadys
Of mine own eyes.
Marcellus
Is it not like the King?
Horatio
As thou art to thyself.Simile & Anapodoton
Such was the very armor he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated.
So frowned he once when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
’Tis strange.
Marcellus
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.Hyperbaton
Horatio
In what particular thought to work I know not,
But in the Hendiadysgross and scope of mine opinionHyperbaton
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.