"My lord, why do you rouse me this early?"
Horatio rubbed morning wakefulness out of his eyes as he labored to escape the tangle of linen sheets and his prince's arms. When Hamlet woke up of his own accord and insisted you get out of the sack too, it was something important.
"Ah, Horatio!" Hamlet replied energetically, "the players are in town! I hear they're putting on a good show, too, in the afternoon. The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, I believe it was called, written by an excellent playwright of English origin."
"My lord, we have class in the afternoon. The professor of Astronomy is a strict one and he has had it with our excuses. If I miss more class I'll fall behind," Horatio said, worried. "And they might revoke my scholarship."
"No worries, Damon dear," Hamlet reassured his friend. "We can attend the morning lecture for Astronomy, or get Rosencrantz to take notes for us. If they do revoke your scholarship, I'll pay your tuition."
"My lord-"
"Oh, good Horatio, you must learn to loosen up once in a while."
In the end, the young scholar's fondness for theater won over his responsibility, and he decided to accompany the prince of Denmark to see the play.
