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! Oh here they come. Enter Roseneraus and Guildenstern. 1 [Exeunt. i Rof. What have you done, my Lord, with the dead Body? 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! Who like not in their Judgment, but their Eyes: 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? 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 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. That else leans on th' Affair; pray you make haste. SCENE II. A Camp. For. Go, Captain, from me to the Danish King, [Exit. い Over his Kingdom. You know the Rendevouz; 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. Or for fome Frontier? Capt. Truly to speak, and with no Addition, Ham. Why then the Pollock never will defend it. 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, 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. 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, Go to their Graves like Beds, fight for a Plot SCENE III. A Palace. Enter Queen, Horatio, and Attendants. Queen. I will not speak with her. Indeed distrat; her mood will needs be pitied. Hor. She speaks much of her Father; fays she hears Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed |