HAMLET: We’ll have the barber trim it later, along with your beard.
He only wants dances and vulgar tales; otherwise, he falls asleep!
Go on, come to the part about Hecuba.
FIRST PLAYER: Ahem.
“But who—ah, woe!—who has seen the veiled queen?”
HAMLET: “The veiled queen?”
POLONIUS: That’s good. “Veiled queen” is good.
FIRST PLAYER: "Priam’s wife Hecuba runs barefoot up and down, watering the flames with her tears.”
“A cloth on her head for a crown: a blanket for a robe.
If the gods themselves had seen her . . . ”
“At the moment she saw Pyrrhus gleefully and maliciously hack at her husband’s limbs,”
“The terrible cry she uttered would have brought tears to the burning eyes of heaven—”
“Unless the gods no longer care for mortal affairs!”