[This is absolutely more like speaking to Horatio than to Hamlet. That in and of itself is something to keep her shoulders relaxed as she ducks again just briefly before allowing herself to move to the offered side of the table.]
I suppose I should not be adverse to helping the poor hours hurry on apace.
[Or to some of that sweet-smelling drink, although it had been unladylike enough to inquire in the first place.]
so unimportant you probably wouldn't write a play about him
I suppose I should not be adverse to helping the poor hours hurry on apace.
[Or to some of that sweet-smelling drink, although it had been unladylike enough to inquire in the first place.]