Page 292 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Thus runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn
Turk with me, with Provincial [270] roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players?

HORATIO
Half a share.

HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear, [275]
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself, and now reigns here

A very, very − pajock.

HORATIO
You might have rhymed.

HAMLET
O good Horatio, I’ll take the ghost’s word [280] for a thousand pound. Didst
perceive?

HORATIO
Very well, my lord.

HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?

HORATIO
I did very well note him.

HAMLET
Ah ha! Come, some music; come, the recorders. [285]
For if the King like not the comedy,
Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie.
Come, some music.