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Legg til kommentarSkuespill: Hamlet, ACT I, SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.MARCELLUS: It faded on the crowing of the cock. 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 dares 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. |