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Ros., Guil. We will, my lord.
[Exeunt ROSEN. and GUIL.
Ham. What ho! Horatio!
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revénue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
Well, my lord; 90 If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be idle: Get you a place.
Danish march; flourish. Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and other Lords attendant, with the Guard carrying torches
King, How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Ham. Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine now.
[To POLONIUS] My 100 lord, you played once in the university, you say? Pol. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
Ham. And what did you enact?
Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar; I was killed i̇' the Capitol; Brutus killed me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. - Be the players ready?
Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother; here's metal more attractive.
Pol. [To the KING] Oh, ho! do you mark that?
Oph. You are merry.
Ham. Who, I?
Oph. Ay, my lord.
Ham. O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? for, look you, how cheer
fully my mother looks, and my father died within 's 120 two hours.
Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
Ham. So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year; but by-'r-lady, he must build churches then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is, "For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot."
Hautboys play. The dumb show enters
Enter a KING and a QUEEN, very lovingly; the QUEEN embracing him and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the KING's ears, and exit. The QUEEN returns; finds the KING dead, and makes passionate action. The POISONER, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The POISONER woos the QUEEN with gifts; she seems
loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his
Oph. What means this, my lord?
Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
Ham. We shall know by this fellow; the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant?
Ham. Ay, or any show.
Oph. I'll mark the play.
Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,
Ham. Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?
Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.
Ham. As woman's love.
Enter two Players, KING and QUEEN
P. King. Full thirty times hath Phœbus' cart gone
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbèd ground,