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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, 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 heav'n, send thither to see. If senger find him not there, seck 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 lobbey.
King..Go feek him there.
King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,
Ham. For England ?
Ham. I fee a cherub that sees them; but come, for England! Farewel, dear mother.
King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Han. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife ; man and wife is one flesh, and so
inother. Come, for England.
[Exit, King. Follow him at foot ; tempt him with speed Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night. [aboard ; Away, for every thing is feal'd and done That else leans on th' affair; pray you make braste.
[ Exeunt Rosincrantz and Guildenstern. And, England ! if my love thou hold'st at aught, As my great power thereof may give thee fenle, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red VOL, VIII.
· After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
SCENE IV. A camp on the frontiers of Denmark.
Enter Fortinbras with an arny.
Capt. I will do't, my Lord.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Sir,
Capt. Truly to speak it, and with no addition,
Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand duWill not debate the quction of this straw; [cats, This is th’imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and thew's no cause without
Capt. God b'w'ye, Sir.
Manet Hamlet. “ How all occasions 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 sleep and feed? a beart, no more. “ Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not “ That capability andegod-like reason “ To ruit in us unus'd. Now, whether it be “ Bestial oblivion, or some craven fcruple “ Of thinking too precisely on th’event, “ (A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part
wisdoin, “ 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, grofs as earth, exhort me; " Witness this army of such mass and charge, " Led by a delicate and tender prince, " Whofe.fpirit, with divine ambition puft, • Makes mouths at the invisible event; " Exposing what is mortal and unsure “ To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, « Ev’n for an egg-shell. 'Tis not to be great, Never to itir without great argument ; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake. How and I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother lain'd, (Excitements of
reason and my blood),
To hide the sain ? O then, from this time forth,
S CE N E V. Changes to a palace.
Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Gent. She is importunate,
Queen. What would she have ?
Gent. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears, There's tricks i'th' world; and hems, and beats her
heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half fense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought; Tho' nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Hor. 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [ftrow Let her come in.Queen. To
fick foul, as fin's true nature is,
Enter Ophelia difrafted.
Oph. How should I your true love know from another By his cocklekat and fiaf, and his sandal soon. [Singing.
Queen. Alas, fweet Lady'; what imperts this song?
Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. He's dead and gone, I ady, he's dead and
gone; At his bead a grass-green tury; at his heels a fone.
With true love lowers.
Oph. Well, God yield you! They fay, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table !
King. Conceit upon her father.
you what it means, say you this:
chamber-door; Let in the maid, that out a maid never departed more.
King Pretty Ophelia !
Alack, and fiefir lame!
By cock, they are to blame.
And thou had ft not cöive to my bed.
Oph. I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot chufe but weep, to think, they should lay him i'th' cold ground; my brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel Come, my coach ; good night, Ladies; good night, sweet Ladies; good night, good night.
[Exit. O 3