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As level as the cannon to his blank,2
Transports his poison'd shot,-may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air.- come away!
My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Exeunt.


Another Room in the same.


Ham.-Safely stowed,--[Ros. &c. within. HamJet! lord Hamlet !] But soft !—what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.


Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead

body? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Ros. Tell us where’tis; that we may take it thences And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Ros. Believe what?
Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine

Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!what replication should be made by the son of a king ?

Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?

Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks 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 ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have


2 Mark,

gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

Ros. 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

Guil. A thing, my lord?

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.3



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, the 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 reliey'd,

Enter RosenCRANTZ.
Or not at all. How now? what hath befallen ?

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

3 A sport among children.


But where is he?
Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your

King. Bring him before us.
Ros. Ho, Guildenstern? bring in my lord.

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 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 bath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that


if your

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: 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. [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,inust send thee hence
With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,4
The associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

Hum. 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

aboard ;
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Away; for every thing is seald and done
That else leans on the affair : Pray you, ma 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 mays't not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters cónjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;


+ Right, ready.

5 Attend.

6 Value, estimate.

For like the hectick in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.


A Plain in Denmark.

Enter FortInBRAS, and Forces, marching. For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king i Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march Over þis kingdom. You know the rendezvous. If that his majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye,8 And let him know so. Сар. .

I will do't, my lord. For. Go softly on.

[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces.


&c. Ham. Good sir, whose powers 9 are these? Cap. They are of Norway, sir. Ham.

How purpos'd, sir, I pray you? Cap. .

Against some part of Poland. Ham.

Who Commands them, sir ?

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,

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