¶Ham. Ah ha, come
some mu
sique, come the Recorders,
2165For if the King like not the Comedie,
¶Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
¶Enter Rosencraus and Guyldensterne.
¶Guyl. Good my Lord, vout
safe me a word with you.
¶Ham. Sir a whole hi
storie.
¶Ham. I
sir, what of him?
¶Guyl. Is in his retirement meruilous di
stempred.
¶Guyl. No my Lord, with choller,
2175Ham. Your wi
sedome
should
shewe it
selfe more richer to
signifie
¶this to the Doctor, for, for mee to put him to his purgation, would
¶perhaps plunge him into more choller.
¶Guyl. Good my Lord put your di
scour
se into
some frame,
2180And
stare not
so wildly from my affaire.
¶Ham. I am tame
sir, pronounce.
¶Guyl. The Queene your mother in mo
st great affliction of
spirit,
2185Guyl. Nay good my Lord, this curte
sie is not of the right breede, if
¶it
shall plea
se you to make me a whol
some aun
swere, I will doe your
¶mothers commaundement, if not, your pardon and my returne,
shall
¶Ham. Make you a whol
some an
swer, my wits di
sea
sd, but
sir,
such
¶an
swere as I can make, you
shall commaund, or rather as you
say, my
¶mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you
say.
¶Ros. Then thus
she
sayes, your behauiour hath
strooke her into a-
¶mazement and admiration.
¶Ham. O wonderful
sonne that can
so
stoni
sh a mother, but is there
¶no
sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.
¶Ros. She de
sires to
speak with you in her clo
set ere you go to bed.
¶Ham. We
shall obey, were
she ten times our mother, haue you any
2205Ros. My Lord, you once did loue me.
¶Ham. And doe
still by the
se pickers and
stealers.
