Hor. Peace, who comes heere?
Enter young Osricke.[3] [Sidenote: Enter a Courtier.]
Osr. Your Lordship is right welcome back to [Sidenote: Cour.] Denmarke.
Ham. I humbly thank you Sir, dost know this [Sidenote: humble thank] waterflie?[4]
Hor. No my good Lord.
Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him[5]: he hath much Land, and fertile; let a Beast be Lord of Beasts, and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe;[6] 'tis a Chowgh[7]; but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt.[8] [Sidenote: as I say,]
Osr. Sweet Lord, if your friendship[9] were at [Sidenote: Cour. | Lordshippe[?] leysure, I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty.
Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of [Sidenote: it sir with] spirit; put your Bonet to his right vse, 'tis for the [Sidenote: spirit, your] head.
Osr. I thanke your Lordship, 'tis very hot[10]
[Sidenote: Cour. | it is]
Ham. No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is Northerly.