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, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee "Hamlet," "King," "Father," "Royal Dane." O, answer me!
You shall not go, my lord.
But know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting they father's life Now wears his crown.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. - So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you, And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t'express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together.