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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:44:48 GMT
HAMLET
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:00 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
you deny your griefs to your friend.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:11 GMT
HAMLET
Sir, I lack advancement.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:23 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ
How can that be, when you have the voice of the king
himself for your succession in Denmark?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:36 GMT
HAMLET
Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb
is something musty.
Re-enter Players with recorders
O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
as if you would drive me into a toil?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:46 GMT
GUILDENSTERN
O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
unmannerly.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:45:58 GMT
HAMLET
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
this pipe?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:46:09 GMT
GUILDENSTERN
My lord, I cannot.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:47:29 GMT
HAMLET
I pray you.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:47:40 GMT
GUILDENSTERN
Believe me, I cannot.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:47:53 GMT
HAMLET
I do beseech you.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:48:06 GMT
GUILDENSTERN
I know no touch of it, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:48:16 GMT
HAMLET
'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
Look you, these are the stops.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:48:27 GMT
GUILDENSTERN
But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony; I have not the skill.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:48:41 GMT
HAMLET
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of
me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
the top of my compass: and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
cannot play upon me.
Enter POLONIUS
God bless you, sir!
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