If Horatio is anything like the man I wear in my heart’s core, he probably isn’t too comfortable with praise. Or expressions of affection. Most Horatios I’ve seen just stand there and take this waterfall of appreciation. I’d like to see one fight to stop it, one who doesn’t stand there, smiling mildly, like he’s listening to a sermon.
Suddenly, I imagined a physical struggle even – a grapple while Horatio tries to silence Hamlet and finally when he’s close, due to win – Hamlet switches out, on this line – as if he was going to stop on his own.