_Ham._ Wordes, wordes. 15 _Cor._ What's the matter my Lord? _Ham._ Betweene who? _Cor._ I meane the matter you reade my Lord. _Ham._ Mary most vile heresie: For here the Satyricall Satyre writes, That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes, Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges, All which sir, I most potently beleeue not: For sir, your selfe shalbe olde as I am, If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward. 25 _Cor._ How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit: Yet at first he tooke me for a fishmonger: All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue, And when I was yong, I was very idle, And suffered much extasie in loue, very neere this: 30 Will you walke out of the aire my Lord? _Ham._ Into my graue. _Cor._ By the masse that's out of the aire indeed, Very shrewd answers, My lord I will take my leaue of you. 35 _Enter Gilderstone, and Rossencraft._ _Ham._ You can take nothing from me sir, I will more willingly part with all, Olde doating foole. _Cor._ You seeke Prince Hamlet, see, there he is. _exit._ _Gil._ Health to your Lordship. 40 _Ham._ What, Gilderstone, and _Rossencraft_, Welcome kinde Schoole-fellowes to Elsanoure. _Gil._ We thanke your Grace, and would be very glad You were as when we were at _Wittenberg_. _Ham._ I thanke you, but is this visitation free of 45 Your selues, or were you not sent for? Tell me true, come, I know the good King and Queene Sent for you, there is a kinde of confession in your eye: Come, I know you were sent for. _Gil._ What say you? 50 _Ham._ Nay then I see how the winde sits, Come, you were sent for. _Ross._ My lord, we were, and willingly if we might, Know the cause and ground of your discontent. _Ham._ Why I want preferment. 55 _Ross._ I thinke not so my lord. _Ham._ Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not, No nor the spangled heauens, nor earth, nor sea, No nor Man that is so glorious a creature, Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh. 60 _Gil._ My lord, we laugh not at that. _Ham._ Why did you laugh then, When I said, Man did not content mee? _Gil._ My Lord, we laughed, when you said, Man did not content you. 65 What entertainement the Players shall haue, We boorded them a the way: they are comming to you. _Ham._ Players, what Players be they? _Ross._ My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty, Those that you tooke delight to see so often. 70