Rosencrantz
the world's grown honest.

Hamlet
Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
Let me question more in particular: what have you,
my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
that she sends you to prison hither?

Guildenstern
Prison, my lord!

Hamlet
Denmark's a prison.

Rosencrantz
Then is the world one.

Hamlet
A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.

Rosencrantz
We think not so, my lord.

Hamlet
Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
it is a prison.

Hamlet
My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

Rosencrantz
As the indifferent children of the earth.

Guildenstern
Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

Hamlet
Nor the soles of her shoe?

Rosencrantz
Neither, my lord.

Hamlet
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
her favours?

Guildenstern
'Faith, her privates we.

Hamlet
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
is a strumpet.