Gert. Beftow this place on vs a little while.
Ah mine owne lord, what haue I feene to night?
King. What Gertrad, how dooes Hamlet?

Gert. Mad as the fea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier in his lawleffe fit,
Behind the arras hearing fomething stirre,
Whips out his rapier, cryeis a rat, a rat,
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The vnfeene good old man.

King. O heauy deed!

It had beene fo with vs had we beene there,
His liberty is full of threates to all,

To you your felfe, to vs, to euery one,
Alas, how fhall this bloody deede be anfwer'd?
It will be layd to vs, whofe prouidence

Should haue kept fhort, reftraind, and out of haunt
This mad young man ; but fo 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,
Óre whom, his very madneffe like some ore
Among a minerall of mettals base,

Showes it felfe pure, a weepes for what is done.
King. Gertrad, com away,

The funne no fooner fhall the mountaines touch,
But wee will fhippe him hence, and this vile deede
Wee muft with all our maiefty and skill

Enter Rof. and Guyld.

Both countenance and excufe. Ho Guyldenflerne,

Friends both, goe ioyne you with fome further ayde,

Hamlet

Hamlet in madnes hath Polonius flaine,

And from his mothers cloffet hath hee drag'd him,
Goe feeke him out fpeake fayre and bring the body
Into the chappell; I pray you haft in this,
Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wifeft 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,

Tranfports his poyfned fhot, may mille our name,
And hit the woundleffe ayre, O come away,

My foule is full of difcord and difmay.

Enter Hamlet, Rofencraus and others.

Exeunt.

Ham. Safely ftowd, but foftly, what noyfe, who calls on Hamlet?

O heere they come.

Rof. What haue you done my lord with the dead body?

Ham. Compounded it with duft whereto it is kin.

Rof. Tell vs where tis that wee 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, befides to be demaunded of a fpunge, what replication should be made by the fonne of a king.

Rof. Take you me for a fpunge my lord?

Ham. I fir, that fokes vp the kings countenance, his rewards, his authorities, but fuch officers do the king beft feruice in the end, he keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be laft fwallowed, when he needs what you haue gleand, it is but squeefing you, and fpunge you fhall be dry againe.

Rof. I vnderstand you not my lord.

Ham.

Ham. I am glad of it, a knauish speech fleepes in 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.

Exeunt.

King. I haue fent to feeke him, and to find the body,

How dangerous is it that this man goes loofe,

Yet must not we put the ftrong law on him,

Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude,

Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes,
And where tis fo, th' offenders fcourge is wayed
But neuer the offence: to beare all fmooth and euen,
This fuddaine fending him away muft feeme
Deliberate paufe, difeafes defperate growne,
By defperate applyance are relieu'd

Or not at all,

Enter Rofencraus and all the rest.

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?

Rof. Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.

King. Bring him before vs.

Rof. Hoe, bring in the lord.

They enter.

King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?

Ham. At fupper.

King. At fupper where.

Ham,

Ham. Not where he eates, but where a is eaten, a certaine conuocation of politique wormes are een at him: your worme is your only emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures elfe to fat vs, and we fat ourfelues for maggots, your fat king and. your leane begger is but variable feruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end.

King. Alaffe, alaffe.

Ham. A man may fifh' with the worme that hath eate of king, eate of the fish that hath fedde of that worme.

King. What doft thou meane by this?

Ham. Nothing but to fhew you how a king may go a progrefs through the guttes of a begger.

King. Where is Polonius ?

Ham. In heauen, fend thether to fee, if your meffenger find

him not there, fecke him i'th other place your felfe, but if indeed you find him not within this month, you fhall nofe him as you goe vppe the ftayres into the lobby.

King. Goe feeke him there, ..

Ham. A will stay till you come.

King. Hamlet this deede for thine especiall fafety Which wee do tender, as wee deerely greeue

For that which thou haft done, must send thee hence:

Therefore prepare thy felfe,

The barke is ready, and the wind at helpe,

Th'affotiats tend, and euery thing is bent

For England.

Ham. For England.

King. I Hamlet.

Ham. Good.

King. So is it if thou knew'ft our purposes.

Ham. I fee a cherub that fees them, but come for England.

Farewell deere mother.

King. Thy louing father Hamlet.

Ham. My mother, father and mother is man and wife,

be.

Man

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 feald and done

That els leanes on the affaire, pray you make haft,
And England if my loue thou hold'st at ought,
As my great power thereof may giue thee fence,
Since yet thy cicatrice lookes raw and red,
After the Danish fword, and thy free awe
Payes homage to vs, thou maist not coldly fet
Our foueraigne proceffe, which imports at full
By letters congruing to that effect

The prefent 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 Fortinbraffe with his armie ouer the stage.

Exit.

Exit.

Fortin. Goe captaine, from mee greet the Danish king,
Tell him, that by his lycence Fortinbrasse
Craues the conueyance of a promis'd march
Ouer his kingdome, you know the rendezuous,
If that his maiefty would ought with vs,

Wee shall expreffe our duty in his eye,
And let him know fo.

Cap. I will doo't my lord.

Fortin. Go foftly on.

Enter Hamlet, Rofencraus, &.

Ham. Good fir whofe powers are these?

Cap. The are of Norway fir.

Ham. How propofd fir I pray you?

Cap.