Prince of Denmarke.
1805.1920Ofe. Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this?
1807921The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him,
1816922All da
sht and
splinterd thence, O woe is me,
1817923To a
seene what I haue
seene,
see what I
see.
exit. 1818924King Loue? No, no, that's not the cau
se,
Enter King and Corambis. 1818.1925Some deeper thing it is that troubles him.
1818.2926Cor. Wel,
something it is: my Lord, content you a while,
927I will my
selfe goe feele him: let me worke,
928Ile try him euery way:
see where he comes,
1204.1929Send you tho
se Gentlemen, let me alone
930To
finde the depth of this, away, be gone.
exit King. 931Now my good Lord, do you know me?
Enter Hamlet. 1211932Ham. Yea very well, y'are a
fishmonger.
1213934Ham. Then
sir, I would you were
so hone
st a man,
1215935For to be hone
st, as this age goes,
936Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thou
sand.
1229937Cor. What doe you reade my Lord?
1231939Cor. What's the matter my Lord?
1233941Cor. I meane the matter you reade my Lord.
1234943For here the Satyricall Satyre writes,
1235944That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes,
945Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges,
1238946All which
sir, I mo
st potently beleeue not:
1240947For
sir, your
selfe
shalbe olde as I am,
1241948If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward.
1248949Cor. How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit:
1226950Yet at
fir
st he tooke me for a
fishmonger:
1226.1951All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue,
1227952And when I was yong, I was very idle,
1228953And
su
ffered much exta
sie in loue, very neere this:
1244954Will you walke out of the aire my Lord?
E2 Ham.