KING.
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLET.
Excellent, i’ faith; of the chameleon’s dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
KING.
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
HAMLET.
No, nor mine now. [To Polonius.] My lord, you play’d once i’ th’university, you say?
POLONIUS.
That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
HAMLET.
What did you enact?
POLONIUS.
I did enact Julius Caesar. I was kill’d i’ th’ Capitol. Brutus killed me.
HAMLET.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be the players ready?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.