ht you where smart enough to tell this to a doctor. For if I where to treat him, he would be angrier.Guil: Good my lord, do not become angry and stay on topic.Ham: I am calm, speak on.Guil: The queen, your mom, who is very upset, has sent me to you.Ham: You are welcome.Guil: No my lord, your kindness is not of the good type. If you give me an answer, I will do as your mom said. Or you can excuse me and I will leave.Ham: Sir, I cannotGuil: What are you saying.Ham: Give you a reasonable answer? My brain is fried. But the reasonable answer you want I will go to you or rather to my mother. So, my mother you say-Ros: She says that your behavior amazes her.Ham: What kind of son can astonish his mom? What else does she say?Ros: She wants to talk before you go to bed. Ham: I shall visit her, do u have any other business with me?Ros: My lord, you once did love meHam: So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.Ros: Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, ifyou deny your griefs to your friend.Ham: Sir, I lack advancement.Ros: How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark?Ham: Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb is something musty. 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?Guil: O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.Ham: I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?Guil: My lord, I cannot.Ham: I pray you.Guil: Believe me, I cannot.Ham: I do beseech you.Guil: I know no touch of it, my lord.Ham: 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your lingers and thumb, give it breath with yourmouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.Look you, these are the stops.Guil: But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill.Ham: Why, look you now, how unworth...
