Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrance, Guildensterne, and other Lords attendant with his Guard carrying Torches. Danish March. Sound a Flourish. [Sidenote: Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes, King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia.]
Ham. They are comming to the Play: I must [Sidenote: 60, 156, 178] be idle.[7] Get you a place.
King. How fares our Cosin Hamlet?
Ham. Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions dish: [Sidenote: 154] I eate the Ayre promise-cramm'd,[8] you cannot feed Capons so.[9]
King. I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet, these words are not mine.[10]
Ham. No, nor mine. Now[11] my Lord, you plaid once i'th'Vniuersity, you say?
Polon. That I did my Lord, and was accounted [Sidenote: did I] a good Actor.
[Footnote 1: Here follows in 1st Q.
Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes,
For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
[Sidenote: 112] And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
It is a damned ghost that we haue seene.
Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.
Hor. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face,
And not the smallest alteration
That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it.]