King. Give me some light: away!
All. Lights, lights, lights!
[Exeunt all, R. and L., but HAMLET and HORATIO.]
Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,[91]
The hart ungallèd play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.—
O, good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pounds.
Didst perceive?
Hor. (R.) Very well, my lord.
Ham. (C.) Upon the talk of the poisoning.—
Hor. I did very well note him.
Ham. Ah, ah! come, some musick! come, the recorders!