1325Ham. Any thing but to'th purpo
se: you were
sent for, and there is
¶a kind of confe
ssion in your lookes, which your mode
sties haue not
¶craft enough to cullour, I know the good King and Queene haue
¶Ros. To what end my Lord?
1330Ham. That you mu
st teach me: but let me coniure you, by the
¶rights of our fellow
ship, by the con
sonancie of our youth, by the
¶obligation of our euer pre
serued loue; and by what more deare a
¶better propo
ser can charge you withall, bee euen and direct with
¶me whether you were
sent for or no.
¶Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you? if you loue me hold not of.
¶Guyl. My Lord we were
sent for.
1340Ham. I will tell you why,
so
shall my anticipation preuent your
¶di
scouery, and your
secrecie to the King & Queene moult no fea-
¶ther, I haue of late, but wherefore I knowe not, lo
st all my mirth,
¶forgon all cu
stome of exerci
ses: and indeede it goes
so heauily with
¶my di
spo
sition, that this goodly frame the earth,
seemes to mee a
1345sterill promontorie, this mo
st excellent Canopie the ayre, looke
¶you, this braue orehanging firmament, this maie
sticall roofe fret-
¶ted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foule
¶and pe
stilent congregation of vapoures. What peece of worke is a
1350man, how noble in rea
son, how infinit in faculties, in forme and
¶moouing, how expre
sse and admirable in action, how like an An-
¶gell in apprehen
sion, how like a God: the beautie of the world; the
¶paragon of Annimales; and yet to me, what is this Quinte
ssence of
1355du
st: man delights not me, nor women neither, though by your
¶smilling, you
seeme to
say
so.
¶Ros. My Lord, there was no
such
stuffe in my thoughts.
1360Ham. Why did yee laugh then, when I
sayd man delights not me.
¶Ros. To thinke my Lord if you delight not in man, what Lenton
¶entertainment the players
shall receaue from you, we coted them
¶on the way, and hether are they comming to offer you
seruice.
¶Ham. He that playes the King
shal be welcome, his Maie
stie
shal
¶haue tribute on me, the aduenterous Knight
shall v
se his foyle and
¶target, the Louer
shall not
sigh gratis, the humorus Man
shall end
¶his part in peace, and the Lady
shall
say her minde freely: or the
¶black ver
se
shall hault for't. What players are they?
¶Ros. Euen tho
se you were wont to take
such delight in, the Trage-
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