I call it perfectly idiotic, if you ask me.
Horatio.
Well, well; we’ll try again. [To 1st Clown.] And whose is the house, fellow?
1st Clown.
[Fatuously.] Marry, his that owns it. Ask another.
Horatio.
[To Fortinbras.] Ha! Ha! Good again. By the Lord, Fortinbras, as Hamlet used to say, the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, it galls his kibe.
Fortinbras.
[Savagely.] The toe of the courtier is getting so perilously near the person of the peasant that you’d better get rid of the latter as soon as possible.
Horatio.