1 O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
2 Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
3 Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
4 Once more, good night, And when you are desirous to be bles'd, I'll blessing beg of you.
5 They are about the court, And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him.
6 Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
7 My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time.
8 This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
9 Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
10 Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd.
11 Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd.
12 Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night, That if again this apparition come He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
13 I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
14 This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes.
15 Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
16 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein 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 hallow'd and so gracious is the time.'
17 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein 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 hallow'd and so gracious is the time.'
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