Guil. Believe me, I cannot.
Ham. I do beseech you.[1343]
Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.[1344] 340
Ham. It is as easy as lying: govern these ventages[1345]
with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your[1346]
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look[1347]
you, these are the stops.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance 345
of harmony; I have not the skill.
Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you
make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem[1348]
to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the[1349] 350
top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent[1349]
voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak.[1350]
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a[1351]
pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can[1352]
fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.[1352][1353] 355
Enter Polonius.[1354]
God bless you, sir![1355]
Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and
presently.