Ham. God's bodykins, man, much better: use every[959] 505
man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use[958][960]
them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve,
the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.
Pol. Come, sirs.
Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. 510
[Exit Polonius with all the Players but the First.[961]
Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the Murder of[962]
Gonzago?[963]
First Play. Ay, my lord.
Ham. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a[961][964][965]
need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which[965][966] 515
I would set down and insert in't, could you not?[967]
First Play. Ay, my lord.
Ham. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you[961]
mock him not. [Exit First Player.] My good friends, I'll[968]
leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore.[969] 520