Into the chapel. Pray you, hafte in this.

[Ex. Rofincrantz and Guildenftern. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wifeft friends, And let them know both what we mean to do, (And what's untimely done. For, haply, Slander, Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank,

Transports its poison'd shot ;) may miss our Name, And hit the woundless air.O, come away; My foul is full of discord and dismay.

SCENE

Enter Hamlet.'

AFELY flowed.

II.

[Exeunt.

Ham. Gentlemen within.] Hamlet! lord Hamlet!

Ham. What noife? who calls on Hamlet?

Oh, here they come.

· Enter Rofincrantz, and Guildenstern.

Rof. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

Ham. Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis kin. Rof. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel,

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

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Befides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication fhould be made by the fon of a King?

Rof. Take you me for a spunge, my lord?

Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities; but fuch officers do the King beft service in the end; he keeps them, like an apple, in the corner of his jaw; firft mouth'd, to be laft fwallow'd: when he needs what you have,

glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, you fhall be dry again.

Rof. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. I am glad of it; a knavish speech fleeps in a foolish ear.

Rof. 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 thing—

Guild. A thing, my lord?

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

King.

SCENE III.

Enter King.

[Exeunt.

'VE fent to feek him, and to find the body;
How dang'rous is it, that this man goes
loofe !

Yet muft not we put the ftrong law on him;
He's lov'd of the diftracted multitude,

Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes:
And where 'tis fo, th' offender's fcourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all fmooth,

This fudden fending him away must seem
Deliberate paufe: difeafes, defp'rate grown,'
By defperate appliance are reliev'd,

Or not at all.

Enter Rofincrantz.

How now? what hath befall'n?

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

King. But where is he?

Rof. Without, my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.

King. Bring him before us.

Rof. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord

Enter

Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.

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

King. At fupper? where?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politique worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures elfe to fat us, and we fat ourfelves for maggots. Your fat King and you lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes but to ong table; that's the end.

King. Alas, alas !

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a King, eat of the fish that hath fed of that

worm.

King. What doft thou mean by this?

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

Ham. In heav'n, fent thither to fee. If your meffenger find him not there, feek him i'th 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 feek him there.

Ham. He will ftay 'till you come.

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety, (Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve

For That which thou haft done) muftfend thee hence
With firey quickness; therefore prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th' affociates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

Ham. For England?

King. Ay, Hamlet.

Ham. Good.

King. So is it, if thou knew't our purposes.

Ham. I fee a Cherub, that fees them; but come, for England! farewel, 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 feal'd and done

That elfe leans on th' affair; pray you make hafte.
[Exeunt Robincrantz and Guildenstern.
And, England! if my love thou hold'ft at aught,
As my great power thereof may give thee fenfe,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish fword, and the free awe
Pays homage to us; thou may'ft not coldly fet
Our fovereign procefs, which imports at full,
By letters congruing to that effect,

The prefent 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,
How-e'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.

For.

A Camp on the Frontiers of Denmark.
Enter Fortinbras with an Army.

G

O, Captain, from me, greet the Danish King; Tell him, that, by his licenfe, Fortinbras Claims the conveyance of a promis'd March Over his Realm. You know the rendezvous. If that his Majesty would aught with us, We fhall exprefs our duty in his eye, And let him know fo.

Capt. I will do't, my lord.

For. Go foftly on. [Exit Fortinbras, with the Army.

Enter

Enter Hamlet, Rofincrantz, Guildenstern, &c.

Ham. Good Sir, whofe Powers are these?
Capt. They are of Norway, Sir.

Ham. How purpos'd, Sir, I pray you?
Capt. Against fome part of Poland. {
Ham. Who commands them, Sir?

Capt. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Sir,
Or for fome frontier.

Capt. Truly to fpeak it, 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 I yield to Norway, or the Pole.
A ranker rate, fhould it be fold in fee.

Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrifon'd.

Ham. Two thousand fouls, and twenty thousand ducats,

Will not debate the question of this ftraw;

This is th' impofthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and fhews no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank
Capt. God b' w' ye, Sir.

Rof. Will't pleafe you go, my lord?

you, Sir.

Ham. I'll be with you ftrait, go a little before.

Manet Hamlet.

[Exeunt.

How all occafions do inform against me,
And fpur my dull-revenge? what is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to fleep and feed? a beaft, no more.
Sure, he that made us with fuch large difcourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason

To ruft in us unus'd.

Now whether it be