Page 284 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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ROSENCRANTZ
Ay, my lord, they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLET
No, good mother, here’s metal more attractive.
[Turns to Ophelia.]
POLONIUS
[aside to the King] O ho! do you mark that?
HAMLET
[lying down at Ophelia’s feet] Lady, shall I lie [110] in your lap?
OPHELIA
No, my lord.
HAMLET
I mean, my head upon your lap.
OPHELIA
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET
Do you think I meant country matters? [115]
OPHELIA
I think nothing, my lord.
HAMLET
That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs.
OPHELIA
What is, my lord?
