_Play._ All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp, 170 And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes, a blancket And a kercher on that head, where late the diademe stoode, Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech, Would treason haue pronounced, For if the gods themselues had seene her then, 175 When she saw _Pirrus_ with malitious strokes, Mincing her husbandes limbs, It would have made milch the burning eyes of heauen, And passion in the gods. _Cor._ Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour, 180 And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more. _Ham._ T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord, Will you see the Players well bestowed, I tell you they are the Chronicles And briefe abstracts of the time, 185 After your death I can tell you, You were better haue a bad Epiteeth, Then their ill report while you liue. _Cor._ My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts. _Ham._ O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts, 190 Then who should scape whipping? Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie, The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours. _Cor._ Welcome my good fellowes. _exit._ _Ham._ Come hither maisters, can you not play the murder 195 of _Gonsago_? _Players_ Yes my Lord. _Ham._ And could'st not thou for a neede study me Some dozen or sixteene lines, Which I would set downe and insert? 200 _Players_ Yes very easily my good Lord. _Ham._ T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord: And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not. Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you, And for a time I would desire you leaue me. 205 _Gil._ Our loue and duetie is at your commaund. _Exeunt all but Hamlet._