ROSENCRANTZ

Both your Majesties Might by the Sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures, more into Command Then to Entreaty. God save you Sir. My most deer Lord? As the indifferent Children of the earth. Neither my Lord. None my Lord; but that the World's grown honest. Then is the World one. We think not so my Lord. Why then your Ambition makes it one: it's too narrow for your mind. Truly, and I hold Ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadows shadow. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion. To what end my Lord? What say you? My Lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. To think, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receive from you: we coated them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you Service. Even those you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City. I think their Inhibition comes by the means of the late Innovation? No indeed, they are not. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; But there is Sir and airy of Children, little Yases, that cry out on the top of question; and are most tyrannically clap't for't: these are now the fashion, and so be-ratled the common Stages (so they call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are afraid of Goose-quils, and dare scarce come thither. Faith there ha be much to do on both sides: and the Nation holds it no sin, to tar them to Con trouersie. There was for a while, no money bid for argu meant, unless the Poet and the Player went to Cuffs in the Question. I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too. Happily he's the second time come to them: for they say, and old man is twice a child. Good my Lord. He does confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause he will by no means speak. Most Like a Gentleman. Niggard of question, but of our demands Most free in his reply. Madam, it so fell out, that certain Players We overwrought on the way: of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: They are about the Court, And (as I think) they have already order This night to play before him. We shall my Lord. I my Lord, they stay upon your patience. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath stroke her into amazement, and admiration. She desires to speak with you in her Closet, ere you go to bed. My Lord, you once did love me. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distem per? You do freely bar the door of your own Liber tie, if you deny your griefs to your Friend. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself, for your Succession in Denmark? The single And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the mind, To keep it self from noyance: but much more, That Spirit, upon whose spirit depends and rests The lives of many, the cease of Majesty Die not alone; but Like a Gulf does draw What's near it, with it. It is a massy wheel Fixed on the Somnet of the highest Mount, To whose huge Spokes, ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz'd and adjoined: which when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence Attends the boisterous Ruin. Never alone Did the King sigh, but with a general groan. Tell us where it's that we may take it thence, And bear it to the Chapel. Believe what? Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord? I understand you not my Lord. My Lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King. Where the dead body is bestowed my Lord, We cannot get from him. Without my Lord, guarded to know your pleasure. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord. What have you done my Lord with the dead body?