for there be of them that will themselves laugh,to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too;though,in the mean time,some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous,and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.Go,make you ready. [Exeunt Players] [Enter POLONIUS,ROSENCRANTZ,and GUILDENSTERN How now,my lord!I will the king hear this piece of work? LORD POLONIUS And the queen too,and that presently HAMLET Bid the players make haste [Exit POLONIUS] Will you two help to hasten them? ROSENCRANTZ,GUILDENSTERN We will,my lord. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN HAMLET What ho!Horatio! [Enter HORATIO] HORATIO Here,sweet lord,at your service. HAMLET Horatio,thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. HORATIO O,my dear lord,-- HAMLET Nay,do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee?Why should the poor be flatter'd? No,let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish,her election Hath seal'd thee for herself;for thou hast been As one,in suffering all,that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks:and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's fingerfor there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready. [Exeunt Players] [Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work? LORD POLONIUS And the queen too, and that presently. HAMLET Bid the players make haste. [Exit POLONIUS] Will you two help to hasten them? ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN We will, my lord. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] HAMLET What ho! Horatio! [Enter HORATIO] HORATIO Here, sweet lord, at your service. HAMLET Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. HORATIO O, my dear lord, -- HAMLET Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger