Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
[Exeunt, L.H.]
SCENE II. - A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.
Trumpet March.
Enter the KING and QUEEN, preceded by POLONIUS, HAMLET,
LAERTES, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
King. (R.C.) Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green;[24] and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe;
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow[25] think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along: - For all, our thanks.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes?
Laer. (R.) My dread lord,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
[Exeunt, L.H.]
SCENE II. - A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.
Trumpet March.
Enter the KING and QUEEN, preceded by POLONIUS, HAMLET,
LAERTES, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
King. (R.C.) Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green;[24] and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe;
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow[25] think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along: - For all, our thanks.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes?
Laer. (R.) My dread lord,
