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No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Ham. I must to England; you know that?
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?
O heavy deed!
haunt, This mad young man: but, so much was our love, We would not understand what was most fit;
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killd:
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!
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.
ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME,
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
Ham. Do not believe it.
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.
ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
Enter King, attended. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the
Or not at all.—How now? what hath befallen?