And then the forfeited life policy—
Exceedingly unpleasant.
Ham. (really angry). Gentlemen,
It must be patent to the merest dunce
Three persons can't soliloquize at once. [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern retire up.
Who am not fashioned to be played upon!
Show them a pipe—a thing of holes and stops
Made to be played on—and they'll shrink abashed
And swear they have not skill on that! Now mark
(Aloud.) Rosencrantz! Here!
[Producing a flute as Rosencrantz comes down.
Exit Guild.
Play me an air upon it. Do not say
You know not how! [Sneeringly.
Ros. Nay, but I do know how.
I'm rather good upon the flute—Observe—
[Plays an elaborate "roulade."
[Throws himself into a chair as if buried in soliloquy.
Enter Ophelia white with terror.
Oph. Rosencrantz!
Ros. Well?
Oph. I've found the manuscript,.
But never put me to such work again!
Ros. Why, what has happened that you tremble so?
