CHAPTER XXXI.
Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord.
Hamlet. Buz, buz.
Polonius. Upon my honour.
Hamlet. Then came each actor on his ass.
Polonious. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, scene individable or poem unlimited... these are the only men.
Being thus benetted round with villanies,—
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,