ENTER HAMLET, HORATIO, AND MARCELLUS
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIO: It is nipping, and an eager air.
What hour now?
HORATIO: What does this mean, my lord?
The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
The King doth wakes tonight and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels
HORATIO: Is it a custom?
Ay, marry is’t.