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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.
Ham. He will stay till ye come.

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 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 it is, if thou knew'lt our purposes.

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
Pays homage to us; thou may'st not coldly fet
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 iny blood he rages,
And thou inuit cure me ; till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.

SCENE IV. A camp on the frontiers of Denmark.

Enter Fortinbras with an arny.
For. Go, Captain, from me, greet the Danish King;
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march
Over his realm. You know the rendezvous.
If that his Majesty would anght with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know fo.

Capt. I will do't, my Lord.
For. Go fofily on. [Exit Fortinbras with the ariny.
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 fronier?

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 it yield to Norway, or the Pole,
A ranker rate, should it be fold in fee.

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

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
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, Sir.

Capt. God b'w'ye, Sir.
Rof. Will’t please you go, my Lord ?
Ham. I'll be with you strait, go a little before. [Exe.

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),
And let all sleep? while, to my thanie, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand inen ;
That for a phantasy 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

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To hide the sain ? O then, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.

S CE N E V. Changes to a palace.

Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Queen. I will not speak with her.

Gent. She is importunate,
Indeed, distract; her mood will needs be pitied.

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,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss;
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt.

Enter Ophelia difrafted.
Cph. Where is the beautcous Majesty of Denmark?
Queen. How now, Ophelia ?

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.



they ask

Enter King
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia
Oph. Pray you, mark.
White the shroud as the mountain-frow.
Queen. Alas, look here, my Lord.
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ;
TVhich bewept to the grave did go

With true love lowers.
King. How do ye, pretty Lady?

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.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when

you what it means, say you this:
To-mucrrow is St. M'alentine's day, all in the morn b: tine,
And I a maid at your window, to be your l’alentine.
Then up he rose, and don'd bis cloaths, and dopt the

chamber-door; Let in the maid, that out a maid never departed more.

King Pretty Ophelia !
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't.
By Gis, and by S. Charity;

Alack, and fiefir lame!
Young men will do't, if they come io't, -

By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

You promis'd me to wed:
So would I be done, by sonder fun,

And thou had ft not cöive to my bed.
King. How long has she been thus ?

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


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