Or not at all. Enter ROSENCRANTZ. How now! what hath befallen? Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, We cannot get from him. King. But where is he? Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure. King. Bring him before us. Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. Enter HAMLET and GUILdenstern. King. Now, Hamlet, where 's Polonius? King. At supper! Where? Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic 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 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. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius? Ham. In heaven: send thither to see; if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the 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. [To some Attendants. [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 The bark is ready, and the wind at help, Th' associates tend, and every thing is bent 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 aboard: Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night. That else leans on th' affair: pray you, make haste. [Exeunt Ros. and GUIL. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; 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 Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. [Exit, If that his majesty would aught with us, And let him know so. Cap. I will do 't, my lord. For. Go softly on. [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. Enter HAMLET, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c. Ham. Good Sir, whose powers are these? Cap. They are of Norway, Sir. Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. Cap. Truly to speak, and with no addition, A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Cap. Yes, 't is already garrison'd. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand ducats, Will not debate the question of this straw: This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, Sir. Ros. [Exit Captain. Will 't please you go, my lord? Ham. I'll 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 market of his time, Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, That capability and godlike reason, To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, 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, Witness this army, of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, When honour's at the stake. How stand I, then, [Exit. VI. 81 SCENE V. Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. 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, 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, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Hor. 'T were good she were spoken with, for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Queen. Let her come in. To my sick soul, as sin'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. [Exit HORATIO. Re-enter HORATIO, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia? Oph. How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. Queen. Alas, sweet lady! what imports this song? [Singing. |