The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they fay, no spirite dare walke abroad ,
The nights are wholesome, then no planet srikes,
No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme,
So gratious, and so hallowed is that time.
Hor. So haue I heard, and doe in parte believe it:
But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad,
Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top,
Breake we our watch up, and by my aduise,
Let vs impart what wee have seene to night
Unto yong Hamlet: for upon my life
This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him:
Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him withit,
As needefull in our love, fitting our duetie?
Marc. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know,
Where we shall finde him most conveniently.
Enter King, Queene, Hamlet, Leartes, Corambis and the two Ambassadors, with Attendants,
King Lordes, we here have writ to Fortenbrasse
Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent
And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his
Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch
Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar aid
For bearers of these greetings to olde
Norway, giving to you no-further personall powers
To business with the King,
Then those related articles do shews.
Farewell,and Iet your haste commend your duties.
Gent. In this and all things will wee thew our dutie....
King Wee doubt nothing hartily farewel:
And now Leartes, what's the news with you
You said you had a fute what i’st Leartes?
Lea. My gratious Lord, your favorable licence,
Now that the funerall rites are all performed,