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Among a mineral of metals base,
for what is done.
Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern,
Friends both, go join you with some farther aid:
[Exe. Ror. and Guil. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wifest friends, (26)
(26) Gertrude, Well call upiour wifest Friends,
And let them know both what we mean to do,
And hit the woundless Air. 0, come away;] Mr. Pope takes notice, that I repiace fome Verses ibat were imperfect, (and, tbo’ of a modern Date, seem to ve genuine; } by.inferting two Words. But to fee, what an accurate and faithful Collator he is? I produced thefe Verses in my SHAKESPEARE refiored, from a Quarto Edition of Hamlet printed in 1637, and happened to say, that they had not the Authority of any earlier Dace in Print, that I knew of, than that Quarto. Upon the Strength of this Mr. Pope comes and calls the Lines modern, tho' they are in the Quarta's of 1605 and 1611, which I had not then seen, but both of which Mr. Pope pretends to have collated. The Verses carry the very Stamp of Shakespeare upon there. The Coin, indeed, has been clipt from our first receiving it; but it is not so diminished, bug that with a small Assistance we may hope to make it pass current. We have not, 'ois true, so much as the Footsteps, or Traces, of a corrupted Reading, to lead us to an Emendation; nor any means of restoring what is lost, but Conjec
I am far from affirming, therefore, that I have given the Poet's very Words; but the Supplement is such as the Sentiment
And let them know both what we mean to do,
Ham. Şafely stowed.-
Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.
Rof. What have you done, my Lord, with the dead
body? Ham. Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis kin.
Ros. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.
Ham. Do not believe it.
Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the fon of a King?
Rof. Take you me for a spunge, my Lord?
Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes 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 jaw; first mouth'd, to be
naturally seems to demand. The Poet has the fame Thought, concerning the diffusive pow'rs of Slander in another of his P4ays.
No, 'tis Slander;
last swallow'd: when he needs what
have glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, you fhall be dry again. Rof. I understand you not, my Lord.
Ham, I am glad of it; a knavith 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
Guil. A thing, my Lord ? Ham. Of nothing : bring me to him ; hide fox, and all after.
(Exeunt. Enter King King. I've fent to seek 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, thi offender's scourge is weigh’d, But never the offence. To bear all smooth, This sudden fending him away must feem Deliberate pause : diseases, desp'rate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all.
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?
Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.
King. At supper? where?
Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten ; 2 certain convocation of politique 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 ourselves for mag, gots. Yoqr fat King and your lean beggar is but vario able service, two dishes but to one table; that's the ende King. Alas, alas!
A Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a King, eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King. What doft 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 fee. If your mer fenger find him not there, feek him i'th other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall.nose him as you go up the fairs into the lobby
King. Go feek him there.
King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,
Ham. For England?
Ham. I see a Cherub, that fees them; but come, for
King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
[Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night.
[Exeunt Rofi and Guild.
rages, And thou must cure me; 'till I know 'tis done, How-e'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.
1 SCENE Camp, on the Frontiers of
Enter Fortinbras, ypyith an Army For. O, Captain, from me, greet the Danish King,
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Capt. I will doʻt, my Lord.
Enter Hamlet, Rosincrantz,' Guildenstern, &c.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Sir,