_Guil._ Happy, in that we are not over-happy;[777] On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.[777][778] 225 _Ham._ Nor the soles of her shoe?[779] _Ros._ Neither, my lord. _Ham._ Then you live about her waist, or in the middle[780] of her favours?[781] _Guil._ Faith, her privates we.[782] 230 _Ham._ In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What's the news?[783] _Ros._ None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.[784] _Ham._ Then is doomsday near: but your news is not[785] true. Let me question more in particular: what have you,[786] 235 my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune, that she[786] sends you to prison hither?[786] _Guil._ Prison, my lord![786] _Ham._ Denmark's a prison.[786] _Ros._ Then is the world one.[786] 240 _Ham._ A goodly one; in which there are many confines,[786] wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.[786][787] _Ros._ We think not so, my lord.[786] _Ham._ Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing[786][788] either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a[786][788] 245 prison.[786] _Ros._ Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis too[786] narrow for your mind.[786] _Ham._ O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell and[786] count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I[786] 250 have bad dreams.[786][789] _Guil._ Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very[786] substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.[786] _Ham._ A dream itself is but a shadow.[786] _Ros._ Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a[786] 255 quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.[786] _Ham._ Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs[786] and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to[786] the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.[786][790] _Ros. Guil._ We'll wait upon you.[786][791] 260 _Ham._ No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest[786] of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I[786] am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of[786] friendship, what make you at Elsinore?[792][793] _Ros._ To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. 265 _Ham._ Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but[794] I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own[795] inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me:[796] come, come; nay, speak. 270 _Guil._ What should we say, my lord?