_Enter Rossencraft and Gilderstone._ _Ross._ Now my lord, how i'st with you? _Ham._ And if the king like not the tragedy, 185 Why then belike he likes it not perdy. _Ross._ We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant, My good lord, let vs againe intreate To know of you the ground and cause of your distemperature. _Gil._ My lord, your mother craues to speake with you. 190 _Ham._ We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. _Ross._ But my good Lord, shall I intreate thus much? _Ham._ I pray will you play vpon this pipe? _Ross._ Alas my lord I cannot. _Ham._ Pray will you. 195 _Gil._ I haue no skill my Lord. _Ham._ Why looke, it is a thing of nothing, T'is but stopping of these holes, And with a little breath from your lips, It will giue most delicate musick. 200 _Gil._ But this cannot wee do my Lord. _Ham._ Pray now, pray hartily, I beseech you. _Ross._ My lord wee cannot. _Ham._ Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of me? You would seeme to know my stops, you would play vpon mee, 205 You would search the very inward part of my hart, And diue into the secreet of my soule. Zownds do you thinke I am easier to be pla'yd On, then a pipe? call mee what Instrument You will, though you can frett mee, yet you can not 210 Play vpon mee, besides, to be demanded by a spunge. _Ros._ How a spunge my Lord? _Ham._ I sir, a spunge, that sokes vp the kings Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, that makes His liberalitie your store house: but such as you, 215 Do the king, in the end, best seruise; For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes, In the corner of his Iaw, first mouthes you, Then swallowes you: so when hee hath need Of you, t'is but squeesing of you, 220 And spunge, you shall be dry againe you shall. _Ros._ Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue. _Ham._ Farewell, farewell, God blesse you. _Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone._ _Enter Corambis._ _Cor._ My lord, the Queene would speake with you. _Ham._ Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell? _Cor._ T'is like a camell in deed. _Ham._ Now me thinkes it's like a weasel. _Cor._ T'is back't like a weasell. _Ham._ Or like a whale. _Cor._ Very like a whale. _exit Coram._ 230 _Ham._ Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by. Good night Horatio. _Hor._ Good night vnto your Lordship. _exit Horatio._