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Into the chapel. Pray you, hafte in this.

Ex. Rolincrantz and Guildenftern. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest 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.--

-0, come away; My soul is full of discord and dismay. (Excunt.

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Ham. AFEL Y ftowed.

Gentlemen within.] Hamlet ! lord Hamlet! Ham. What noise ? who calls on Hamlet ? Oh, here they come.

Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern. Rof. What have you done, my lord, with the dead

body? Ham. Compounded it with dust, 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

Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the son of a King?

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

Ham. Ay, Sir, ihat fokes 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 apple, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be laft swallow'd: when he needs what you have, 02

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

Rof. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. I am glad of it; a knavilh speech sleeps 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.

Exeunt.

SC E N E III.

Enter King King. I'VE fent to feel him, and

to find the body; How is it

loose ! Yet must not we put the strong law on him; He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes : And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh’d, But never the offence.' To bear all smooth, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases, desp'rate grown,' By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all.

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?
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 supper.
King. At supper ? 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 elle to fat us, and we fat our. selves for maggots. . Your fat King and you 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, eat of the fish that hath fed of that

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King. What doft 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 heav'n, sent thither to see. If your mefsenger find him not there, seek 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 you come.

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,
(Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For That which thou haft done must send thee hence
With firey 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'it our purposes.
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Ham.

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 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 th' affair; pray you make hafte.

[Exeunt Rolincrantz and Guildenstern. And, England! if my love thou hold'It at aught, As my great power thereof may give thee fense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and the free awe Pays homage to us; thou may'ft not coldly set Our sovereign process, which imports at full, By letters congruing 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, How-e'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Esit.

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A Camp on the Frontiers of Denmark.

Enter Fortinbras with an Army. For. 0, Captain, from me, greet the Danish King;

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.

Capt. 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 thefe ?
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 againn the main of Poland, Sir,
Or for some frontier.

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

Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand

ducats,
Will not debate the question of this straw;
This is th' impofthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shews no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, Sir.

Capt. God b'w ye, Sir.
Ros. Will't please you go, my lord ?
Ham. I'll be with you strait, go a little before.

(Exeunt.
Manet Hamlet.
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 god-like reason
To ruft in us unus'd. Now whether it be

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