[Ecstatically, completely deceived by this simple ruse.] My Master-Builders!
Fortinbras.
Idle dogs!
1st Clown.
[Elizabethan again.] Argal, goodman builder, will he nill he, he that builds not ill builds well, and he that builds not well builds ill. Therefore, perpend!
Horatio.
[Appreciatively.] How absolute the knave is!
Fortinbras.
He seems to me to be an absolute fool.
Horatio.