Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,
Mar. The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike,
Mar. No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:
Mar. So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it.
Hor. But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad,
Hor. Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,
Hor. Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice
Hor. Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
Hor. Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life,
Hor. This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:
Hor. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
Hor. As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Let do't I pray, and I this morning know
Mar. Where we shall finde him most conueniently.
Mar. Exeunt
Mar. [Act 1, Scene 2]
Mar. Scena Secunda.