Ham. I sir, what of him?
Guild. Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper'd
Ham. With drinke Sir?
Guild. No my Lord, rather with choller
Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer, to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller
Guild. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildely from my affayre
Ham. I am tame Sir, pronounce
Guild. The Queene your Mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you
Ham. You are welcome
Guild. Nay, good my Lord, this courtesie is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment: if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse
Ham. Sir, I cannot
Guild. What, my Lord? Ham. Make you a wholsome answere: my wits diseas'd. But sir, such answers as I can make, you shal command: or rather you say, my Mother: therfore no more but to the matter. My Mother you say