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Ham. -Safely stow'd,-[Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet !] But soft,—what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.


Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead

body? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Ros. Believe what?

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge!-what replication should be made by the son of a king?

Ros. Take you me for a spunge, 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, 94 like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be last swallow'd: When he needs what you have glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, you shall be dry again,

Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps 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 95. The king is a thing —

Guil. A thing, my lord?

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.



Another Room in the same.

Enter King, attended. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the body. How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Yet must not we put the strong law on him: He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes ; And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd,


Or not at all. -How now? what hath befallen?

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, We cannot get from him.


But where is he?
Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your

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 politick 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


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. VOL. XIV.


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

[Ereunt 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

With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
The associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

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 every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make haste.

[Ereunt 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 cónjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectick in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin.


A Plain in Denmark,

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Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching.
For..Go, captain, from me greet the Danish kiog;
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd 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.

I will do't, my

lord. For. Go softly on.

[Exeunt Fortinbras und Forces. Enter Hamlet, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDEN STERN,

&c. Hum.

Good sir, whose powers are these? Cap. They are of Norway, sir.


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