The Player:
The Player:
The old man thinks he’s in love with his daughter.
Rosencrantz:
Good God. We’re out of our depths here.
The Player:
No, no, no! He hasn’t got a daughter! The old man thinks he’s in love with his daughter.
Rosencrantz:
The old man is?
The Player:
Hamlet… in love… with the old man’s daughter… the old man… thinks.
Rosencrantz:
Ah.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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