HAMLET.
Thy state is the more gracious; for ’tis a vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king’s mess; ’tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.
OSRIC.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his Majesty.
HAMLET.
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; ’tis for the head.
OSRIC.
I thank your lordship, ’tis very hot.
HAMLET.
No, believe me, ’tis very cold, the wind is northerly.
OSRIC.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
HAMLET.
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
OSRIC.
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,—as ’twere—I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,—
HAMLET.
I beseech you, remember,—
[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.]