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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.
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
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.
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.
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?
Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.
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
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.
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, 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.
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
Capt. I will do't, my lord.
Ham. Goes it againn the main of Poland, Sir,
Capt. Truly to speak it, and with no addition,
hath in it no profit but the name.
Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Capt. God b'w ye, Sir.