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Not of that dye which their inveitments thew,
[Exeunt. Scene changes to the Platforın before the Palace.
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.
Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
[Noise of warlike music within. What does this mean, my Lord?
[rouse, Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his Keeps wassel, and the swaggering up-fpring reels ; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Hor. Is it a custom ?
Ham. Ay, marry, is't:
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed rével, east and west, (15)