POLONIUS: And the queen, too. They will arrive soon.
HAMLET: Tell the players to hurry!
HAMLET: What ho, Horatio!
HORATIO: I’m here, sweet lord, at your service.
HAMLET: Horatio, you are as just a man as I’ve ever known!
HORATIO: Oh, my lord . . .
HAMLET: No, don’t think I’m flattering you. What could I hope to get from you, as you’ve got nothing but your charm to your name? Why should poor men like you be flattered? No, let the flatterers keep their bootlicking for those rich men who can pay for it.
Ever since I’ve had the freedom and ability to distinguish among men, I’ve chosen you, for you take both life’s blows and its rewards with equal thanks.
Show me the man who’s master of his emotions, and I’ll wear him close to my heart, as I do you. But I’m going on.
The point is, there’s a play tonight before the king . . .