How fares my lord?
Give o'er the play.
Give me some light: — away!
Lights, lights, lights!
[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.]
Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away. —
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers — if the rest of my
fortunes turn Turk with me, — with two Provincial roses on my
razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
Half a share.
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very — pajock.
You might have rhymed.
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
pound! Didst perceive?
Very well, my lord.
Upon the talk of the poisoning? —
I did very well note him.
Ah, ha! — Come, some music! Come, the recorders! —
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Sir, a whole history.
The king, sir —
Ay, sir, what of him?
Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered.
With drink, sir?
No, my lord; rather with choler.
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps
plunge him into far more choler.
Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start
not so wildly from my affair.
I am tame, sir: — pronounce.
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