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Guil. A thing, my lord ?

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox,' and all after.


SCENE III.- Another room in the same.

Enter King, attended.
King, I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous is it, that this man goes 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 and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

Or not at all.—How now? what hath befallen?

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

But where is he? Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your King. Bring him before us.

(pleasure. Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

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 politick worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves for

· The name of a game among children.

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; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

King. Where is Polonius?

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger 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. [To some Attendants. Ham. He will stay till you come.

[Exeunt Attendants. 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 ?

Ay, Hamlet.

Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England !--Farewell, 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 Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: [aboard ; Away: for every thing is seald and done

King. Нат.

· sorely.

That else leans on th' affair: Pray you, make haste.

[Exeunt Ros. and Guil. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, (As my great power thereof may give thee sense; Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us, thou may'st not coldly' set Our sovereign process; which imports at full, By letters cónjuring 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, Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. [Exit.

SCENE IV.- A plain in Denmark. Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march Over his kingdom. 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.


Good sir, whose powers are these? Cap. They are of Norway, sir. Ham.

How purpos’d, sir, I pray you?

Сар. Against some part of Poland.

Commands them, sir?


To set the king's process coldly, is to value or rate it low. in his presence.

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

Cap. Truly to speak, sir, 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 sold in fee.

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

Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand Will not debate3 the question of this straw: [ducats, This is th’imposthume4 of much wealth and peace; That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir, Cap. God be wi' you, sir.

[Exit Captain. Ros.

Will't please you go, my lord ? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good, and markets 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 godlike reason To fust 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 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, exhort me:

· the interior.

a larger, more costly. 3 suffice to debate.

4 canker. 5 the return had for his time. 6 such latitude of comprehension. · continent, that which comprehends or encloses. 2 snuppishly.

Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince; Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event; Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, Even 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 kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep? 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 hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit.

SCENE V.-Elsinore. A room in the castle.

Enter Queen and HoRATIO.
Queen.-- I will not speak with her.

Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
Her mood will needs be pitied.

What would she have? Hor. 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 sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection ;3 they aim at it,

3 to deduce consequences.

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