15521099Would treason haue pronounced,

15531100For if the gods themselues had seene her then,

15541101When she saw Pirrus with malitious strokes,

15551102Mincing her husbandes limbs,

15581103It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen,

15591104And passion in the gods.

15601105Cor Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour,

1106And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more.

15621107Ham. T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord,

15631108Will you see the Players well bestowed,

15641109I tell you they are the Chronicles

15651110And briefe abstracts of the time,

1111After your death I can tell you,

15661112You were better haue a bad Epiteeth,

1113Then their ill report while you liue.

15681114Cor. My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts.

15701115Ham. O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts,

15711116Then who should scape whipping?

1117Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie,

15721118The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours.

15751119Cor. Welcome my good fellowes. exit.

15771120Ham. Come hither maisters, can you not play the mur-

15781121der of Gonsago?

15791122players Yes my Lord.

15801123Ham. And could'st not thou for a neede study me

15811124Some dozen or sixteene lines,

1125Which I would set downe and insert?

15831126players Yes very easily my good Lord.

15841127Ham. T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord:

1128And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not.

1584.11129Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you,

15851130And for a time I would desire you leaue me.

1585.11131Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund.

15901133Ham. Why what a dunghill idiote slaue am I?

15911134Why these Players here draw water from eyes: