Guild. With blushes, sir, I do confess it true!
Ham. This question, gentlemen, concerns me not.
(Resumes) For who would bear the whips and scorns of time——
Ros. (as guessing a riddle) Who'd bear the whips and scorns? Now let me see.
Who'd bear them, eh?
Guild. (same business) Who'd bear the scorns of time——
Ros. (correcting him) The whips and scorns.
Guild.The whips and scorns, of course.
(Hamlet about to protest)
Don't tell us—let us guess—the whips of time?
Ham. Oh, sirs, this interruption likes us not.
I pray you give it up.
Ros.My lord, we do.
We cannot tell who bears these whips and scorns!