Jun 10, 2006 19:29
The hart, the hart-- 'tis well, seems it, and not so well indeed that on th' heels of last we hunted, good Curio's return'd. When brought we out our party, 'twas in battle with surfeit of boredom, of idleness-- when now could it be none but celebratory, for what small court I kept is reunited.
Come, Curio. Come, Valentine. We are to prepare.
And good King Fortinbras, I humbly ask you: would you again with us to steed?