King.

But where is he?

Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.

King. Bring him before us.

Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

Enter HAMLET and Guildenstern.

King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius ?
Ham. At supper.

King. At supper? Where?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service ; two dishes but to one table; that's the end.

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

King. What dost thou mean by this?

Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius?

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

King. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants. Ham. He will stay till ye come.

[Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine

especial safety,

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve

For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence

With fiery quickness: therefore, prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

The associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.

Ham.

King.

Ham.

For England?

Ay, Hamlet.

Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them. But, come; for England!-Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother.-Come, for England. [Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;

Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Away; for everything is seal'd and done

haste.

That else leans on the affair: pray you, make
[Exeunt Ros. and GUIL
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,
(As my great power thereof may give thee sense;
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters conjuring to that effect,

The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark.

Enter FORTINBRAS and Forces, marching. For. [to an Officer.] Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;

Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Claims the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye,

And let him know so.

Cap.
For. Go softly on.

I will do't, my lord.

[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces.

Enter HAMLET, Rosencrantz, GUILDENSTERN, &c. Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

How purposed, sir,

Against some part of Poland.

Commands them, sir?

Who

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or for some frontier?

Cap. Truly to speak, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground, That hath in it no profit but the name.

Το

pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.

Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand ducats,

Will not debate the question of this straw; This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,

That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir. Cap. God be wi' you, sir.

Ros.

[Exit.

Will't please you go, my lord? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little

before.

[Exeunt Ros. and GUIL.
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before, and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason

To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,-

A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,

And ever, three parts coward,-I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to de:

Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and

means,

To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:
Witness, this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince;
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,
Makes mouths at the invisible event;
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

Is, not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake.

then,

How stand I

That have, a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame; I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,

Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
To hide the slain ?—O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
[Exit.

SCENE V.-Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.

Enter QUEEN and HORATIO.

Queen. I will not speak with her.

Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; Her mood will needs be pitied.

Queen.

What would she have? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears,

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;

Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,

That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move

The hearers to collection; they aim at it,

And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures, yield them,