Read the excerpt from Act III of Hamlet.Rosencrantz:My lord, you once did love me.Hamlet:So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.Rosencrantz:Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.Hamlet:Sir, I lack advancement.Rosencrantz:How can that be when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Hamlet: Ay, sir, but ‘While the grass grows,’—the proverb is something musty.