[Footnote 4: Above, in Quarto.]
[Footnote 5: In this and all like utterances of Hamlet, we see what worm it is that lies gnawing at his heart.]
[Footnote 6: This is a slip in the Quarto—rectified in the Folio: his daughter was not present.]
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newes is not true.[1] [2] Let me question more in particular: what haue you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you to Prison hither?
Guil. Prison, my Lord?
Ham. Denmark's a Prison.
Rosin. Then is the World one.
Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Confines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'worst.
Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord.