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[thanitohercules]

*Horatio, presumably, has made dinner-- dinner has come from somewhere, at least, and so Hamlet is sitting at the table with a plate and cup in front of him, and by all rights he should be eating (perhaps he was, and perhaps Horatio has turned away

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[truant_horatio]

*Horatio will look back from whatever stole his attention, and certainly not facepalm, but rather hide a slight smile behind his knuckles* Will she not eat, my Lord?

[thanitohercules]

*from somewhere under the table* Some little-- already hath she, by her cry she wants yet for't. *back to Melimela* Thou wilt have thy fill, but thou must take.

[truant_horatio]

She must be satisfied, 'tis true.

[thanitohercules]

Come, what Lord am I, small greyling, if thou dost hunger while I myself do feed?