bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to
your friend.
Ham.
Sir, I lack advancement.
Ros.
How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself
for your succession in Denmark?
Ham.
Ay, sir, but 'While the grass grows'the proverb is something
musty.
[Re-enter the Players, with recorders.]
O, the recorders:let me see one.To withdraw with you:why do
you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me
into a toil?
Guil.
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
Ham.
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
Guil.
My lord, I cannot.
Ham.
I pray you.
Guil.
Believe me, I cannot.
Ham.
I do beseech you.
Guil.
I know, no touch of it, my lord.
Ham.
'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your
finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will
discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Guil.
But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I
have not the skill.
Ham.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would