Ham, Well, goe make you ready. exeunt players, 1220

Horatio, Heere my Lord.
[in,ii,48.] Ham. //^o/tV, thou art euen as iuft a man.
As e're my conuerfation cop'd withall.
Hot, my lord 1

Ham, Nay why Ihould I flatter thee? I225

Why (hould the poore be flattered?
What gaine Ihould I receiue by flattering thee.
That nothing hath but thy good minde?
Let flattery fit on thofe time-pleafing tongs.
To glofe with them that loues to heare their praife, 1230

And not with fuch as thou Horatio,
[ni, ii, 70.] There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they hane
Comes very neere the murder of my father.
When thou flialt fee that AA afoote,

Marke thou the King, doe but obferue his lookeSy 1235

For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
And if he doe not bleach, and change at that.
It is a damned ghoft that we haue feene,
Horatio^ haue a care, obferue him well.
Nor, My lord, mine eies (hall fUll be on his face, 1240

And not the (malleil alteration
That fliall appeare in him, but I fliall note it

Ham. Harke, they come.
Enter JCing, Q$4eene, Corambis, and other Lords, (a play?
[III|ii,87.] Idstg How now {on /famlet,how fare you,flian we haue

//am. Yfaith the Camelions difli, not capon cramm'd, 1245
feede a the ayre.
I fiither : My lord, you playd in the Vniueriitie.
Cor, That I did my L: and I was counted a good aAoi;

JSdm, What did you enaA there?

Cor, My lord, I did ad /ulius Ge/ar, I was killed
in the Capitoll, Brutus killed me. 1250

//am. It was a brute parte of him.
To kill fo capitall a calfe.
Come^ be thefe Players ready?

Queene Hamlet come fit downe by me.
