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Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, We cannot get from him. King.

But where is he? Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your

pleasure. King. Bring him before us. Ros. 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 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

that worm.

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

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

hence With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; The bark is ready, and the wind at help, The associates tend, and every thing is bent For England. Ham. For England ?

Ay, Hamlet. Ham.

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
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,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.

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.
Сар.

I will do't, my lord.
For. Go softly on.

[Exeunt Fortinbras and Forces.

Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c.
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?
Cap. They are of Norway, sir.
Ham.

How purpos’d, sir,

I

pray your

Сар.

Against some part of Poland.

Ham.

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,
We go to gain a little patch of ground,
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand

ducats,
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace;
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.

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.

[E.reunt Ros. and Guil. How all occasions 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 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,-
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 puff’d,
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 stir 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
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy, 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 slain?-0, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

[Exit.

my blood,

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