ill not forget,' or, 'I will call to mind, what merits
he has,' or 'what favours he has shown me.' But I suspect the word
'_count_' ought to be _court_.--He does court his favour when next they
meet--in lovely fashion. He has no suspicion of his enmity.]

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[Sidenote: 242, 262] But sure the brauery[1] of his griefe did put me
Into a Towring passion.[2]

_Hor._ Peace, who comes heere?

_Enter young Osricke._[3] [Sidenote: _Enter a Courtier._]

_Osr._ Your Lordship is right welcome back to [Sidenote: _Cour._]
Denmarke.

_Ham._ I humbly thank you Sir, dost know this [Sidenote: humble thank]
waterflie?[4]

_Hor._ No my good Lord.

_Ham._ Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
vice to know him[5]: he hath much Land, and fertile;
let a Beast be Lord of Beasts, and his Crib shall
stand at the Kings Messe;[6] 'tis a Chowgh[7]; but
as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt.[8] [Sidenote: as I say,]

_Osr._ Sweet Lord, if your friendship[9] were at
[Sidenote: _Cour._ | Lordshippe[?]]
leysure, I should impart a thing to you from his
Maiesty.

_Ham._ I will receiue it with all diligence of [Sidenote: it sir with]
spirit; put your Bonet to his right vse, 'tis for the
[Sidenote: spirit, your]
head.

Osr. I thanke your Lordship, 'tis very hot[10]
[Sidenote: Cour. | it is]

_Ham._ No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde
is Northerly.

_Osr._ It is indifferent cold[11] my Lord indeed. [Sidenote: _Cour._]

_Ham._ Mee thinkes it is very soultry, and hot
[Sidenote: But yet me | sully and hot, or my]
for my Complexion.[12]

_Osr._ Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very soultry, [Sidenote: _Cour._]
as 'twere I cannot tell how: but my Lord,[13] his
[Sidenote: how: my Lord]
Maiesty bad me signifie to you, that he ha's laid a
[Sidenote: that a had]
[Sidenote: 244] great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter.[14]

_Ham._ I beseech you remember.[15]

_Osr._ Nay, in good faith, for mine ease in good
[Sidenote: Cour. Nay good my Lord for my ease]

[Footnote 1: the great show; bravado.]

[Footnote 2: --with which fell in well the forms of his pretended
madness. But that the passion was real,