Good Hamlet! Take that black suit off and be more friendly to the king. Don’t spend the rest of your life with your eyes lowered, looking for your noble father on the ground. You know it’s natural that everyone must die, passing from nature to eternity.

Good gentlemen, he's talked about you a great deal, and I'm sure there are no two men alive that he likes as much. If you would be willing to oblige us and stay, and help us for a while, your services will receive a thanks that only a king can grant.

Alas, how is it with you, that you stare at nothing and converse with thin air? Your soul peeps wildly out of your eyes. Your hairs start up and stand on end like sleeping soldiers woken up by the alarm. Oh gentle son, try to control your impulses. What are you looking at?