HAMLET: My excellent good friends! How are you Guildenstern?
Ah, Rosencrantz. How are you both?
ROSENCRANTZ: Oh, as well as anybody.
GUILDENSTERN: Lucky, but not too lucky—let’s just say, we’re not the highest buttons on Lady Fortune’s cap.
HAMLET: But you’re not under her shoes, are you?
ROSENCRANTZ: No, my lord.
HAMLET: Then you must be hanging around her waist!
GUILDENSTERN: We are the faithful privates in her army.
HAMLET: You’re in the “privates” of Fortune? Oh, most true she is a slut.
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