to me.
_Cor._ Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
_Ofel._ And withall, such earnest vowes.
_Cor._ Springes to catch woodcocks,
What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
_Ofel._ I shall obay my lord in all I may.
_Cor._ _Ofelia_, receiue none of his letters,
"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.
_Ofel._ I will my lord. _exeunt._
_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? [C3]
_Ham._ O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse,
Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles,
And as he dreames, big draughts of renish downe,
The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
The triumphes of his pledge.
_Hor._ Is it a custome here?
_Ham._ I mary i'st and though I am
Natiue here, and to the maner borne,