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No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
And break your own neck down.
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?

I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two school-

fellows, 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; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.This man shall set me packing. I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:Good night, mother.

[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.




Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro

found heaves; You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them: Where is your son? · Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. —

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night?

Kiny. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both

Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full of threats to all;
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, We would not understand what was most fit;



But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself


for what is done. King. O, Gertrude, come away! The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed We must, with all our majesty and skill, Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guildenstern!

pure; he

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

[Exeunt Ros. and Guil. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; And let them know, both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done: so haply, slander,Whose whisper o’er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot, -may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.-0, come away! My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Ereurt.



Enter Hamlet. Ham. - -Safely stow'd,—[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? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis

kin. Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it

And bear it to the chapel.

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 spunge! —what replication should be made by the son of a king?

Ros. Take you me for a spunge, my lord?

Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such offi. cers do the king best service in the end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be last swallow'd: When he needs what you have glean’d, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, 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 thing

Guil. A thing, my lord?

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.




Enter King, attended. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the

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, wliere 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh d,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and

This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

Enter Rosencrantz.

Or not at all.—How now? what hath befallen?

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