Ham. Nay why should I flatter thee? 50
Why should the poore be flattered?
What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee,
That nothing hath but thy good minde?
Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs,
To glose with them that loues to heare their praise, 55
And not with such as thou Horatio.
There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue
Comes very neere the murder of my father,
When thou shalt see that Act afoote,
Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes, 60
For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
It is a damned ghost that we haue seene,
Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.
Hor. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face, 65
And not the smallest alteration
That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it.
Ham. Harke, they come.
Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords.
King How now son Hamlet, how fare you, shall we haue a play?
Ham. Yfaith the Camelions dish, not capon cramm'd, 70
feed a the ayre.
I father: My lord, you playd in the Vniuersitie.
Cor. That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor.
Ham. What did you enact there?
Cor. My lord, I did act Julius Cæsar, I was killed 75
in the Capitoll, Brutus killed me.
Ham. It was a brute parte of him,
To kill so capitall a calfe.
Come, be these Players ready?