Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit[22] hies
To his confine.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,