Hamlet
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What’s the news?
Rosencrantz
None, my lord, but that the world’s grown honest.
Hamlet
Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true. Let me question more in particular: what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?
Guildenstern
Prison, my lord!
Hamlet
Denmark’s a prison.
Rosencrantz
Then is the world one.