Ros. Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue.
Ham. Farewell, farewell, God blesse you.
Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone.
Enter Corambis.
Cor. My lord, the Queene would speake with you.
Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell?
Cor. T'is like a camell in deed.
Ham. Now me thinkes it's like a weasel.
Cor. T'is back't like a weasell.
Ham. Or like a whale.