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Gert. Bestow this place on vs a little while. Ah mine owne lord, what haue I seene to night?
King. What Gertrad, how dooes Hamlet ?
Gert. Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier in his lawlesse fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stirre,
Whips out his rapier, cryeis a rat, a rat,
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The vnseene good old man.
K'ing. O heauy deed !
It had beene fo with vs had we beene there,
His liberty is full of threates to all,
To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one,
Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answer'd ?
It will be layd to vs, whose prouidence
Should haue kept short, restraind, and out of haunt
This mad young man; but so much was our loue,
We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foule disease
To keepe it from divulging, let it feede
Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone?
Gert. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
Ore whom, his very madnesse like some ore
Among a minerall of mettals base,
Showes it felfe pure, a weepes for what is done.
King. Gertrad, com away,
The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
But wee will Nippe him hence, and this vile deede
Wee must with all our maiesty and skill
Both countenance and excuse. Ho Guyldensterne,
Friends both, goe ioyne you with some further ayde,
Hamlet in madnes hath Polonius flaine,
And from his mothers cloffet hath hee drag'd him,
Goe seeke him out speake fayre and bring the body
Into the chappell ; I pray you hast in this,
Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wisest friends,
And let them know both what wee meane to do
And whats vntimely done,
Whose whisper ore the worlds diameter,
As leuell as the cannon to his blanck,
Transports his poyíned Thot, may misse our name,
And hit the woundlesse ayre, O come away,
My soule is full of discord and dismay.
Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus and others.
Ham. Safely stowd, but softly, what noyse, who calls on
O heere they come.
Rof. What haue you done my lord with the dead body?
Ham. Compounded it with dust whereto it is kin.
Rof. Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,
And beare it to the chappell.
Ham. Do not beleeue it.
Rof. Beleeue what?
Ham. That I can keepe your counfaile and not mine owne, besides to be demaunded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the fonne of a king.
Ros. Take you me for a spunge my lard ?
Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the kings countenance, his rewards, his authorities, but such officers do the king best feruice in the end, he keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be last swallowed, when he needs what you haue gleand, it is but squeesing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe. Rof. I vaderstand you not my lord.
Ham. I am glad of it, a knauilh speech Neepesin a foolish eare. Rof. My lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and
go with vs to the king.
Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing.
Guyl. A thing my lord.
Ham. Of nothing, bring me to him.
Enter King, and two or three.
King. I haue sent to seeke 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,
Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes,
And where tis so, th' offenders scourge is wayed
But neuer the offence : to beare all smooth and euen,
This suddaine fending him away must seeme
Deliberate pause, diseases desperate growne,
By desperate applyance are relieu'd
Or not at all,
Enter Rosencraus and all the rejt. King. How now, what hath befalne?
Rof. Where the dead body is bestowd 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 vs.
Ros. Hoe, bring in the lord.
King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Ham. At supper.
King. At supper where.
Ham. Not where he eates, but where a * is eaten, a cer. taine conuocation of politique wormes are een at him : your worme is your only emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures else to fat vs, and we fat ourselues for maggots, your fat king and your leane begger is but variable feruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end.
King. Alasse, alasse.
Ham. A man may fish' with the worme that hath eate of a king, eate of the fish that hath fedde of that worme.
King. What dost thou meane by this?
Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a king may go a progress through the guttes of a begger.
King. Where is Polonius?
Ham. In heauen, send theher to see, if your messenger find him not there, secke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you goe vppe the stayres into the lobby. King. Goe feeke him there... Ham. A will stay till you come.
King. Hamlet this deede for thine especiall safety
Which wee do tender, as wee deerely greeue
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence:
Therefore prepare thy felfe,
The barke is ready, and the wind at helpe,
Th’assotiats tend, and euery thing is bent
Ham. For England.
King. I Hamlet.
King. So is it if thou knew'st our purposes.
Ham. I see a cherub that sees them, but come for England. Farewell deere mother.
King. Thy louing father Hamlet.
Ham. My mother, father and mother is man and wife,
Man and wife is one flesh, fo my mother :
Come for England.
King. Follow him at foote,
Tempt him with speede abourd,
Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.
Away, for euery thing is seald and done
That els leanes on the affaire, pray you make haft,
And England if my loue thou hold'It at ought,
As my great power thereof may giue thee sence,
Since yet thy cicatrice lookes raw and red,
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Payes homage to vs, thou maist not coldly set
Our foueraigne processe, which imports at full
By letters congruing to that effect
The present death of Hamlet, do it England,
For like the hectique in my blood hee rages,
And thou must cure me till I know tis done,
How ere my haps, my ioyes will nere beginne.
Enter Fortinbrasse with his armie ouer the stage.
Fortin. Goe captaine, from mee greet the Danish king,
Tell him, that by his lycence Fortinbrase
Craues the conueyance of a promis'd march
Ouer his kingdome, you know the rendezuous,
If that his maieity would ought with vs,
Wee shall expresse our duty in his eye,
And let him know fo.
Cap. I will doo't
lord. Fortin. Go softly on.
Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, dr.
Ham. Good fir whose powers are these ?
Cap. The are of Norway sir.
Ham. How propofd fir I pray you ?