Pol. And the queen too, and that presently.
Ham. Bid the players make haste. Exit Polonius.
Will you two help to hasten them?
| Ros. | We will, my lord. 56 | |
| Guil. |
Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Ham. What, ho! Horatio!
Enter Horatio.
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. 60
Hor. O! my dear lord,—
Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? 64
No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election 69
Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards 72
Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and bless'd are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man 76
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
59 just: balanced
60 cop'd withal: came in contact with
65 candied: flattering
66 pregnant hinges: easily inclined joints
67 thrift: profit
69 election: choice
74 blood: passions
76 stop: a hole in wind instruments for controlling the sound
