And let them know both what we mean to do, SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Safely ftowed--- Gentlemen within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet! Oh here they come. Enter Rofincroffe and Guildenstern. 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. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the son of a King? Rof. Take you me for a fpunge, my lord? Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities; but fuch officers do the King beft fervice in the end; he keeps them like an apple in the corner of his jaw; firft mouth'd, to be laft fwallow'd: when he needs what you have glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and fpunge, you fhall be dry again. ear. 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. 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. SCENE III. Enter King. King. I've fent to feck him, and to find the body; Yet must not we put the ftrong law on him; Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes: This fudden fending him away, muft feem Or not at all. [Exeunt. Enter Rofincroffe. How now? what hath befall'n? 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. Rof. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? King. At fupper? 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 elfe to fat us, and we fat our felves for maggots. Your fat King and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes 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 that worm. King. What doft thou mean by this? Ham. Nothing but to fhew you how a King may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius? Ham. In heav'n, fend thither to fee. If your meffenger find him not there, feek him i'th' other place your felf. But indeed, if you find him not this month, you fhall 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, for thine especial safety (Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done) must fend thee hence Ham. For England? King. Ay, Hamlet. Ham. Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'ft our purposes. Ham. I fee a Cherub that fees them; but come, for Eng land! farewel, dear mother. fadded from the old edit. King King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Ham. My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh, and fo 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 hafte. b The present death of Hamlet. Do it England: O, SCENE IV. A Camp. Enter Fortinbras with an army. For. Go, captain, from me, greet the Danish King, Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras Over his realm. You know the rendevouz. b conjuring [Exit. Capt. Capt. I will do't, my lord. For. Go foftly on, 'Enter Hamlet, Rofincroffe, &c. Ham. Good Sir, whofe powers are these? [Exit Fortinbras. Capt. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras. Capt. Truly to speak it, and with no addition, A ranker rate, fhould it be 'fold in fee. Ham. Why then the Polacke never will defend it. Ham. Two thousand fouls, and twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw; This is th' impofthume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and fhews 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? Manet Hamlet. How all occafions do inform against me, VOL. VI. Iii [Exeunt. Be |