Rosencrantz
She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed.
Hamlet
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us?
Rosencrantz
My lord, you once did love me.
Hamlet
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Rosencrantz
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Hamlet
Sir, I lack advancement.
Rosencrantz
How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark?
Hamlet
Ay, but sir, “While the grass grows,”—the proverb is something musty.
Guildenstern
O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
Hamlet
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
Guildenstern
My lord, I cannot.