Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis Kinne.[5]
[Sidenote: Compound it]
Rosin. Tell vs where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And beare it to the Chappell.
Ham. Do not beleeue it.[6]
Rosin. Beleeue what?
[Sidenote: 156] Ham. That I can keepe your counsell, and not mine owne. Besides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what replication should be made by the Sonne of a King.[7]
Rosin. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord?
Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings Countenance, his Rewards, his Authorities, but such Officers do the King best seruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in the corner of his iaw,[8] first [Sidenote: like an apple in] mouth'd to be last swallowed, when he needes what you haue glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and Spundge you shall be dry againe.
Rosin. I vnderstand you not my Lord.
[Footnote A: Here in the Quarto:—
Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter,[9]
[Sidenote: 206] As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck,[10]
Transports his poysned shot, may miffe[11] our Name,
And hit the woundlesse ayre.]