Into a towering passion.
Hor.
Peace; who comes here?
[Enter Osric.]
Osr.
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
Ham.
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
Hor.
No, my good lord.
Ham.
Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him. He
hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and
his crib shall stand at the king's mess; 'tis a chough; but, as I
say, spacious in the possession of dirt.
Osr.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should
impart a thing to you from his majesty.
Ham.
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your
bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
Osr.
I thank your lordship, t'is very hot.
Ham.
No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
Osr.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Ham.
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
Osr.
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,as 'twereI cannot
tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that
he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the
matter,
Ham.
I beseech you, remember,
[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.]
Osr.