Heaven knows I'm willing enough." Hamlet's face suddenly brightened as though illuminated with an idea.
Then he began to dance about the room with an expression of glee that annoyed Doctor Johnson exceedingly.
"I wish Darwin could see you now," the Doctor growled.

"A kodak picture of you would prove his arguments conclusively." "Rail on, O philosopher!" retorted Hamlet.

"Rail on! I mind your railings not, for I the germ of an idea have got." "Well, go quarantine yourself," said the Doctor.

"I'd hate to have one of your idea microbes get hold of me." "What's the scheme ?" asked Shakespeare.
"You can write a play for _me_!" cried Hamlet.

"Make it a farce-tragedy.
Take the modern player for your hero, and let _me_ play _him_.