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- שקופית: 1
- It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long.And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad.The nights are wholesome. Then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
- שקופית: 2
- And then it started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons. I have heardThe cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throatAwake the god of day, and, at his warning,Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
- שקופית: 3
- So have I heard and do in part believe it.But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.Break we our watch up, and by my advice,Let us impart what we have seen tonightUnto young Hamlet, for, upon my life,This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
- Let’s do ’t, I pray, and I this morning knowWhere we shall find him most conveniently.
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