“Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that,” was the civil answer. “It was the very day young Hamlet was born—he that is mad, and sent into England.”
“Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?” inquired Hamlet.
“Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or if he do not, it’s no great matter there.”
“Why?”
“It will not be seen in him there, there the men are as mad as he.”
“How came he mad?”
“Very strangely, they say.”
“How ‘strangely’?”
“Faith, e’en with losing his wits.”
“Upon what ground?”