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Enter Roseneraus and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Hamlet in madness hath Polonius flain, And from his Mother's Closet hath he dragg'd him. Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the Body Into the Chappel. I pray you haste in this. [Ex. Rof.and Guild, Gome, Gertrude, we'll call up our wifest Friends, To let them know both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done. Oh come away, My Soul is full of discord and dismay. Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Safely stowed.

Gentlemen within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet ?

Oh here they come.

Enter Roseneraus and Guildenstern.

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Rof. What have you done, my Lord, with the dead Body?
Ham. Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis kin.
Rof. 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. Befides, 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, that sokes up the King's Countenance, his Rewards, his Authorities; but fuch Officers do the King best service in the end; he keeps them like an Ape in the corner of his Jaw, first mouth'd to be last swallowed, 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 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.

[Exeunt. Enter Enter King.

King. I have fent to feek 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 pawse: Diseases defperate growr,
By desperate Appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

Enter Roseneraus.

How now? what hath befal'n?

Rof. Where the dead Body is bestow'd, my Lord,

We cannot get from him.

King. But where is he?

Rof. Withour, my Lord, guarded to know your Pleafure.

King. Bring him before us.

Rof. 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 Worms are e'en at him. Your Worm is your only Emperor for dier. 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 Service, two Dishes, but to one Table, that's the end.

King. What doft thou mean by this?

Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may go a Progress through the gut of a Beggar. King. Where is Polonius?

Ham. In Heav'n, send thither to fee. If your Messenger find him not there, seek him i'th' 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 feek him there.

Ham. He will stay 'till ye come.

King. Hamlet, this Deed of thine, 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 thy self,
The Bark is ready, and the Wind at help,
Th' Associates tend, and every thing at bent

For England.

Ham. For England?

King. Ay, Hamlet,

Ham. Good.

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

Ham. I fee a Cherub that fees them; but come, for En

gland. 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 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 conjuring 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 were ne'er begun.

SCENE II. A Camp.
Enter Fortinbras with an Army.

For. Go, Captain, from me to the Danish King,
Tell him that by his License, Fortinbras
Claims the Conveyance of a promis'd March

[Exit.

Over his Kingdom. 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.

Capt. I will do't, my Lord.

For. Go foftly on.

[Exit Fortinbras.

Enter Hamlet, Roseneraus, &c.

Ham. Good Sir, whose Powers are these?

Capt. They are of Norway, Sir.

Ham. How propos'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 fome Frontier?

Capt. Truly to speak, 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 Duckets, five I would not farm it,
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker Rate, should it be fold in Fee.

Ham. Why then the Pollock never will defend it.
Capt. Nay, 'tis already garrifon'd.

Ham. Two thousand Souls, and twenty thousand Duckets

Will not debate the Question of this Straw;

This is th' impofthume of much Wealth and Peace,
That inward breaks, and shews no cause without

Why the Man dies. I humbly thank you, Sir.

Capt. God b'w'ye, Sir.

Rof. Wil'c please you go, my Lord?

Ham. I'll be with you straight, go a little before. [Exe

Manet Hamlet.

How all occafions 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 fleep and feed? a Beaft, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large Discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and God-like reason

To Rust in us unus'd; now whether it be

Bestial Oblivion, or fome craven Scruple

Of

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,
Witness this Army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
Whose Spirit with divine Ambition puft
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 ftir 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 fleep, while to my Shame I fee
The eminent Death of twenty thousand Men,
That for a fantasie 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 flain? O from this time forth,
My Thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

SCENE III. A Palace.

Enter Queen, Horatio, and Attendants.

Queen. I will not speak with her.
Hor. She is importunate,

Indeed distrat; her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen. What would she have?

Hor. She speaks much of her Father; fays 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; they aim at it,
And both the words up fit to their own Thoughts,

Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,

Indeed

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