HAM.
O, but she’ll keep her word.
KING.
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in ’t?
HAM.
No, no; they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence the world.
KING.
What do you call the play?
HAM.
The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna; Gonzago is the duke’s name; his wife’s, Baptista: You shall see anon; ’tis a knavish piece of work; but what o’ that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not; let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.