Guil. The king, sir,—[1317]
Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?[1318]
Guil. Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.
Ham. With drink, sir?
Guil. No, my lord, rather with choler.[1319] 290
Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to[1320]
signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation[1321]
would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.[1322]
Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some[1323]
frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.[1323][1324] 295
Ham. I am tame, sir: pronounce.
Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction
of spirit, hath sent me to you.
Ham. You are welcome.[1325]