awhile. My
spirits
grow dull,
and fain I
would
beguile
The
tedious
day with
sleep.
Queen.
Sleep rock
thy brain,
[He]
sleeps.
And never
come
mischance
between us
twain!
Exit. Ham.
Madam, how
like you
this play?
Queen. The
lady doth
protest
too much,
methinks.
Ham. O,
but she'll
keep her
word.
King. Have
you heard
the
argument?
Is there
no offence
in't? Ham.
No, no!
They do
but jest,
poison in
jest; no
offence i'
th' world.
King. What
do you
call the
