Act 1, Scene 1

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.

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