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I shall obey, my lord.
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.

HAMLET

The air bites shrewdly, it is very cold.

HORATIO
It is a nipping and an eager air.

HAMLET
What hour now?

HORATIO
I think it lacks of twelve.

MARCELLUS
No, it is struck.

HORATIO
Indeed? I heard it not.
It then draws near the season [5]

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces [of ordnance] go off.

What does this mean, my lord?

HAMLET
The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail, and the swagg’ring upspring reels;

And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, [10]
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out