KING and QUEEN sit (L.H.); OPHELIA (R.H.)
King. (L.) How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Ham. (C.) Excellent, i'faith; of the cameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.[65]
Ham. No, nor mine, now.[66] My lord,—you played once in the university, you say?[67]
[To POLONIUS, L.]
Pol. (L.C.) That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
