P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain;
And never come mischance between us twain! [Exit.[1273]
Ham. Madam, how like you this play?[1274]
Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.[1275] 220
Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.
King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no
offence in't?
Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence
i' the world.[1276] 225
King. What do you call the play?
Ham. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically.[1277]
This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago[1278]
is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see[1279]
anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' that? your[1280] 230
majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: let[1281]
the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.[1282]
Enter Lucianus.[1283]
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.[1284]