I love Hamlet lying. I love the Hamlet that acts just like the rest of us and comes up with something innocuous to say when trying to convince someone we weren’t just talking about him. I love that there’s really no choice for this line but to raise your voice a bit and say it conversationally.
There’s no mystery. No complexity.
We could go about wondering what might have happened on Monday morning but since it is a fiction, it doesn’t really matter. I love a line like this for its dailyness and that it lives in the same scene as “What a piece of work is a man.”
The Hamlet Project 