Excellent, i’ faith; of the chameleon’s dish: I eat
the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words
are not mine.
No, nor mine now.
My lord, you played once i’ the university, you say?
That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
What did you enact?
I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i’ the
Capitol; Brutus killed me.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
there. Be the players ready?
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
No, good mother, here’s metal more attractive.
[To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
Lying down at OPHELIA’s feet
No, my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ay, my lord.
Do you think I meant country matters?