Cor. My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts.
Ham. O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts, 190
Then who should scape whipping?
Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie,
The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours.
Cor. Welcome my good fellowes. exit.
Ham. Come hither maisters, can you not play the murder 195
of Gonsago?
Players Yes my Lord.
Ham. And could'st not thou for a neede study me
Some dozen or sixteene lines,
Which I would set downe and insert? 200
Players Yes very easily my good Lord.
Ham. T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord:
And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not.
Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you,
And for a time I would desire you leaue me. 205
Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund.
Exeunt all but Hamlet.