Guild. Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of Braines.
Ham. Do the Boyes carry it away?[17]
Rosin. I that they do my Lord, Hercules and his load too.[18]
Ham. It is not strange: for mine Vnckle is [Sidenote: not very strange, | my] King of Denmarke, and those that would make mowes at him while my Father liued; giue twenty, [Sidenote: make mouths]
[Footnote 1: The whole of the following passage, beginning with 'How comes it,' and ending with 'Hercules and his load too,' belongs to the Folio alone—is not in the Quarto.
In the 1st Quarto we find the germ of the passage—unrepresented in the 2nd, developed in the Folio.
Ham. Players, what Players be they?
Ross. My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty,
Those that you tooke delight to see so often.
Ham. How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow restie?
Gil. No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont.