HAMLET.
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO.
I did very well note him.
HAMLET.
Ah, ha! Come, some music. Come, the recorders.
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie.
Come, some music.
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
GUILDENSTERN.
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
HAMLET.
Sir, a whole history.
GUILDENSTERN.
The King, sir—
HAMLET.
Ay, sir, what of him?
GUILDENSTERN.
Is in his retirement, marvellous distempered.
HAMLET.
With drink, sir?