Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the 300
right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome
answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your
pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.[1326]
Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Guil. What, my lord?[1327] 305
Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased:[1328]
but, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;[1329]
or rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no[1330]
more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,—[1331]
Ros. Then thus she says; your behaviour hath struck[1332] 310
her into amazement and admiration.
Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother![1333]
But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration?[1334]
Impart.[1335]
Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere 315
you go to bed.
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.
Have you any further trade with us?
Ros. My lord, you once did love me.
Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.[1336] 320