Hor. Halfe a share
Ham. A whole one I,
For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere,
This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe,
And now reignes heere.
A verie verie Paiocke
Hora. You might haue Rim'd
Ham. Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for
a thousand pound. Did'st perceiue?
Hora. Verie well my Lord
Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning?
Hora. I did verie well note him.
Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
Ham. Oh, ha? Come some Musick. Come y Recorders:
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come some Musicke
Guild. Good my Lord, vouchsafe me a word with you
Ham. Sir, a whole History
Guild. The King, sir
Ham. I sir, what of him?
Guild. Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper'd