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Enter Rosincrantz,

How now? what hath befall'n?

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

King. But where is he? Rot Without my Lord, guarded, to know your pleasure..

-Y King. Bring him before us. Ref. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my Lord.

Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.

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

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; à certain convocation of politique worms are e'en at him, Your worm is your only Emperor for diet.' We fát all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat King and your lean beggar is buç variable service, two dishes but to one table. That's the end.

King. Alas, alas!

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

King. What doth 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?

Hum. In heav'n, send thither to fee. If your mefsenger 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 seek him there.
Ham. He will stay 'till ye come.

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial fafety,
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou haft down, must send thee hence
With fiery quickness; therefore prepare thyself;

The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th' associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

Ham. For England ?
King. Ay, Hamlet.
Ham. Good.
King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham. I fee a Cherub, that sees 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 felh, and, fo, 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 feaľd and done That else leans on th' affair. Pray you, make haste.

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By letters conjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it; England:
For like the hectick in my blood he
And thou must cure me; 'till I know ris done,
3 Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.

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A Camp, on the Frontiers of Denmark.

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Enter Fortinbras, with an Army.
-O, Captain, from me greet the Danish

Tell him, that, by his license, 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 shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

Cap. I will do't, my Lord. ,
For. Go softly on. [Exit Fortinbras with the Army.

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Enter Hamlet, Rosincrantz, Guildenstern, &c.
Ham. Good Sir, whose Powers are these?
Capt. They are of Norway, Sir.
Ham. How purpos’d, Sir, I pray you

Capt. Against some 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 some frontier ?

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Capt. Truly to speak 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 ducets, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield 10 Norway, or the Pole,
Aronker rote, shou d it be sold in

Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it,
Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd, in
Ham. Two thousand jouls, and twenty thoujand du-


Will not abate the question of this straw ;
This is th' imposthume of much wealih and peace,
That inward breaks, and shews no cause without
Why the man dies. I bumbly thank you,

Capt. God b'w'ye, Sir.
Rof. Willt please you go, my Lord ?
Ham. I'll be with you strait. Go a little before.


Manet Hamlet.

How all occasions do inform against me,
And Spur my dull revenge? What is a man,
If his 4 chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more.
Sure, be that, made us with such 5 large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fuft in us unus'd. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th' event,
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,
And ever three parts coward, I do not know

4 + chief good and market-] S-line discours ,] Such If his highest good, and that for latitude of compichention, such which be felis his time, be to power of reviewing the past, and fleep and feed.

anticipating the future.


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, exbort me ;
Witness this army of such mass and charge;
Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
Whose Spirit, with divine ambition puff,
Makes mouths at the invisible event ;
Exposing what is mortal and unfure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Ev'n 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. How stand I then,
That have a father killd, a mother stain'd,
· Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all seep ?. 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 bide the sain? O, then, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth. [Exit.

6 - Rightly to be great, is exactly philosophical.

Is not to flir without, &c.] But greatly to find quarrel in a This passage I have printed ac Araw, cording to the copy. Mr. Theo

W ben honour is at pake, bald had regulated it thus, is the idea of a modern hero.

'Tis not to be great, But then, says he honour is an Never to fir without great ar argument, or fbject of debatı, gument ;

fufficiently great, and when hoBut greatly, &c.

nour is at stake, we must find The sentiment of Shakespeare is cause of quarrel in a straw. partly just, and partly romantick. 3 Excitements of my reason and --Rightly to be great,

my blood, ] Provocations Is not to stir without great are which excite both my reason and gument,

my paflions to vengeance.


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