Player Queen
Sleep rock thy brain;
And never come mischance between us twain!
Exit.
Hamlet
Madam, how like you this play?
Queen
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Hamlet
O, but she’ll keep her word.
King
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in’t?
Hamlet
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i’ the world.
King
What do you call the play?
Hamlet
The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke’s name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; ’tis a knavish piece of work: but what o’ that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
Ophelia
You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Hamlet
I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.