Hamlet. God is one hand; for God is odd, being three in one.
Ophelia. (She takes his hand) Three in one leaves one left over; (covers his three fingers with the thumb) – and who’s that?
Horatio. The serpent.
Hamlet. Aye: for he’s a very devil for cunning. (Wiggles it) He’d tickle your fancy.
Ophelia. My fancy what?
Horatio. He has a lisp. Pray, what did you call your old nurse?
Hamlet. Nancy; but ’twas not her name.