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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 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.

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. Yonr 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 Polonios?

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see : if yonr messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find hjm 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

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.

Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England !-Farewell, 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. [Erit. 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.

SCENE IV. A Plain in Denmark.
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching.
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish

Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Claims 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.


Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?
Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

How purpos’d, sir,
I pray you?

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 Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. [it. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou

sand 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. [Erit Captain. Ros.

Will't please you go, my lord? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before.

[Ereunt Ros, and GUIL. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If bis 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 fast in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple of thinking too precisely on the event,A tbought, wbich, quarter'd, hath but one part

wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know Wby 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 egy-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 my blood, 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 fortb, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!


SCENE V, Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.

Enter Queen and HORATIO. Queen, I will not speak with her. Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; Her mood will needs be pitied. Queen.

What would she have? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says,

she hears, There's tricks i'the world; and hers, and beats

her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in

doubt, That carry but balf sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move

The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Wbich, as her winks and nods, and gestures

yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be

thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with;

for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Let her come in.

[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den

Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
Oph. How should í your true love know,

From another one ?
By his cockle hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon. [Singing. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this

song? Oph. Say you? nay; 'pray you,

mark. He is dead and gone, lady,

[Sings. He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf,

At his heels a stone. 0, ho!

Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,---

'Pray you, mark. White his shroud as the mountain snow.

Enter King.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;

Which bewept to the grave did go,

With true love showers.
King. How do you, pretty lady?

Oph. Well, God’ield you ! They say, the ow! was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table !

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