[Page 152]
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.[1]
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.
Ham. With drinke Sir?
Guild. No my Lord, rather with choller.[2] [Sidenote: Lord, with]
Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer, to signifie this to his Doctor: for me to [Sidenote: the Doctor,] put him to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller.[2] [Sidenote: into more]