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And let them know both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done.
My soul is full of discord and dismay.


Ob come away,


Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Safely stowed----
Gentlemen within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet !

Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
Ob bere they come.

Enter Rosincrosse and Guildenstern. Rof. 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 thence,
And bear it to the chappel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Rof. Believe what ?

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the son of a King ?

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

Ham. Ay, Sir, that sokes 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

first mouth’d, to be last swallow'd: when he needs what you have glean’d, it is but squeezing you, and spunge, you shall be dry again.

Rof. I understand you not, my lord.
Ham. I am glad of it; a knavish speech fleeps in a foolish



Rof. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King.


a ape :

Ham. The body is with the King, bar 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.

(Exeunt. S CE N E III.

Enter King
King. I've sent to feck him, and to find the body;
How dang’rous 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,
This sudden sending him away, muft seem
Deliberate pause: diseases desp’rate grown,
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

Enter Rosincrosse.
How now? what hath befalln?

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

King. But where is he ?
Rof. Without, my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.
King. Bring him before us.
Ref. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

Enter Hamlet and Guildenstera.
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 politique worms are at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat our selves for maggots. Your fat King and your lean beggar is but variable fervice, two dishes to one table, that's the end.

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. t A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a King, and eat of the filh thar hath fed of chat worm.

King. What dost thou mean by this ?

Ham. Nothing but to Thew 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 your messenger find him not there, seek bim ith other place your self. But indeed, if you

find him not this month, you shall nofe him as you go up the stairs into the lobbey.

King. Go seek 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; then prepare thy self,
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 is it, if thou knewst our purpofes.

Ham. I see a Cherub that fees them; but come, for England! farewel, dear mother.

King. fadded from the old edit,

King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother : father and mother, is man and wife; man and wife is one Aesh, 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 th' affair ; pray you make haste. And England! if my love thou hold'st at ought, 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 "congruing to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it England: For like the hectick 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.


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Enter Fortinbras with an army.
For. O, captain, from me, greet the Danish King,

Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras
Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march
Over his realm. You know the rendevouz.
If that his majesty would ought with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

Capi. .

b conjuring

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

(Exit Fortinbras.
'Enter Hamlet, Rosincrofle, &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 frontier ?

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 sold in fee.

Ham. Why then the Polacke never will defend it.
Capt. Yes, 'tis 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 shews no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, Sir.

Cap. God b’w'ye, Sir.
Rof. Will’t please you go, my lord ?
Ham. I'll be with you, go a little before. (Exeunt.

Manet Hamlet.
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
V ol. VI.

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