Queen. Be thou assured, if words be made of Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that? Alack, I had forgot; 't is so concluded on. But I will delve one yard below their mines, And in one line two crafts directly meet!— This man shall set me packing. I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room. Ham. There's letters sealed: and my two Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, SCENE I. Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, and King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro- We would not understand what was most fit; Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killed: You must translate; 't is fit we understand them: Among a mineral of metals base, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.- Shews itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Ho, Guilden Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, nd bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Come, Gertrude, we 'll call up our wisest friends; And let them know, both what we mean to do, Should have kept short, restrained, and out of And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander,— ROSENCRANTZ, &c., within. Hamlet lord Hamlet! But never the offense. To bear all smooth and even, Ham. But soft; what noise? who calls on This sudden sending him away must seem Hamlet? Deliberate pause: diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, O, here they come. Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? Enter ROSENCRANTZ. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 't is Or not at all.. How now? what hath befallen? kin. Ros. Tell us where 't is; that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel. Ham. Do not believe it. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! - what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to in a foolish ear. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thingGuil. A thing, my lord? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. [Exeunt. 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 shew 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. [Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed, 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; Ham. For England? King. Ay, Hamlet. Ham. 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: That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. 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 mayst 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 't is done, Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit. Ham. I pray you? Cap. How purposed, sir, Against some part of Poland. Ham. Who commands them, sir? Cap. The nephew to old Norway, - Fortinbras. Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or for some frontier? Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name. To 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, 't is already garrisoned. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou sand ducats, Will not debate the question of this straw! peace; That inward breaks, and shews no cause without Why the man dies. — I humbly thank you, sir. Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Exit. Ros. Will't please you go, my lord? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, To fust in us unused. Now whether it be A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, "This thing's to do;" Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do 't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot [Exit. 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, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'T were good she were spoken with; for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia? OPHELIA sings. How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle-hat and staff, And his sandal-shoon. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark: Sings. He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a green grass turf, At his heels a stone. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, Oph. Pray you, mark: |