" When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, " Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends" (III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds, " Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me." (III,ii, 371-380) "