GUILDENSTERN: There are the players!
HAMLET: Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore.
But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
GUILDENSTERN: How, my lord?
HAMLET: I am only mad when the wind blows north-north-west.
When the wind is southerly, I can tell a hawk from a handsaw.
POLONIUS: Gentlemen! I hope you are well.
HAMLET: Look—here comes a great baby, still in his swaddling clothes!