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Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
But where is he?
Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.
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 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. 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
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. (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,-must send thee
Ham. For England?
Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England !-- 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 the affair: Pray you, make haste.
[Ereunt 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 may’st not coldly set
blood he rages, And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin.
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 Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. If that his majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye, 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.
How purpos’d, sir,
Who Commands them, sir?
Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or for some frontier?
Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition,
Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Cap. God be wi’you, sir. [Exit Captain. Ros.
Will’t please you go, my lord? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before.
[Exeunt Ros. and Guil. How all occasions do inform against me, And spus my
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, Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,-