HAMLET.
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come: the
appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply
with you in this garb; lest my extent to the players, which I
tell you must show fairly outward, should more appear like
entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my uncle-father
and aunt-mother are deceived.
GUILDENSTERN.
In what, my dear lord?
HAMLET.
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I
know a hawk from a handsaw.
[Enter Polonius.]
POLONIUS.
Well be with you, gentlemen!
HAMLET.
Hark you, Guildenstern; — and you too; — at each ear a hearer: that
great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts.
