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HAMLET

          Nay, then I have an eye of you. If you love [290] me, hold not off.



              GUILDENSTERN
          My lord, we were sent for.



              HAMLET
          I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your
          secrecy  to  the  Kingand  Queen  moult  no  feather.  I  have  of  late,  but  [295]

          wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and
          indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth
          seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy the air, look
          you,  this  brave  o’erhanging  firmament,  this  majestical  roof  fretted  with
          golden [300] fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent

          congregation of vapours. What piece of work is a man, how noble in reason,
          how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in
          action how like an angel, in apprehension [305] how like a god: the beauty of

          the world, the paragon of animals − and yet, to me, what is this quintessence
          of dust? Man delights not me − nor woman neither, though by your smiling
          you seem to say so. [310]



              ROSENCRANTZ
          My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.



              HAMLET
          Why did ye laugh then, when I said man delights not me?



              ROSENCRANTZ
          To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what Lenten entertainment the

          players shall [315] receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither
          are they coming to offer you service.



              HAMLET
          He that plays the king shall be welcome − his Majesty shall have tribute on
          me, the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target, the lover shall not

          [320] sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace, the clown
          shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle a th’ sear, and the lady shall
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