Hamlet
Follow him, friends: we’ll hear a play to-morrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the Murder of Gonzago?
Exit Polonius with all the Players but the First .
First Player
Ay, my lord.
Hamlet
We’ll ha’t to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in’t, could you not?
First Player
Ay, my lord.
Hamlet
Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. My good friends, I’ll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore.
Exit First Player .
Rosencrantz
Good my lord!
Hamlet
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann’d,