_Pol._ Look, whether he has not turned his colour and[952] has tears in's eyes. Prithee, no more.[953] _Ham._ 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this[954] soon. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed?[955] 500 Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract[956] and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.[957] _Pol._ My lord, I will use them according to their desert.[958] _Ham._ God's bodykins, man, much better: use every[959] 505 man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use[958][960] them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. _Pol._ Come, sirs. _Ham._ Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. 510 [_Exit Polonius with all the Players but the First._[961] Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the Murder of[962] Gonzago?[963] _First Play._ Ay, my lord. _Ham._ We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a[961][964][965] need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which[965][966] 515 I would set down and insert in't, could you not?[967] _First Play._ Ay, my lord. _Ham._ Very well. Follow that lord; and look you[961] mock him not. [_Exit First Player._] My good friends, I'll[968] leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore.[969] 520 _Ros._ Good my lord![970]