Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters, 65
"For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
"Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
Come in Ofelia, such men often proue,
"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue." 70
Ofel. I will my lord. exeunt.
[Sc. iv.]
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
Ham. The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and
An nipping winde, what houre i'st?
Hor. I think it lacks of twelue. Sound Trumpets.
Mar. No, t'is strucke.
Hor. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord? 5
Ham. O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse,
Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles,
And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe,
The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
The triumphes of his pledge. 10
Hor. Is it a custome here?