To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virFor in the fatness of these pursy times, [tue : Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg: Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good. Queen. O, Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: the next more easy: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.— Queen. mouse; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, That I essentially am not in madness, [know; Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, [breath, Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that? Alack, Queen. I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd,They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: [Exeunt severally; HAM. dragging in POL. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDEN STERN. King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound heaves: You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them: Where is your sou? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.[To Ros. and GUIL. who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit, King. To you yourself, to us, to every one. Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt, This mad young man: but, so much was our love, To keep it from divulging, let it feed Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.-O, come away! My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Enter HAMLET. Ham.-Safely stowed,-[Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!] But soft!-what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? [kin. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis. Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it And bear it to the chapel. [thence, Ham. Do not believe it. Ros. Believe what? Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! -what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks 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 ape doth nuts, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Ros. 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 thingGuil. A thing, my lord? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him._Hide fox, and all after. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Room in the same. Enter King, attended. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the body. How dangerous 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, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Enter ROSENCRANTZ. Or not at all.-How now? what hath befallen? 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? 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 ourselves for maggots; Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but yariable 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 '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. |