Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. J Ham. Not where he cats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves En-for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. Ham. Safely stowed, -[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 thence, And bear it to the chapel. Ham. Do not believe it. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mme own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! --what replication should be made by the son of a king? 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 P'olonius? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him 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. [Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety, hence Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counte-Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers For that which thou hast done,-must send thee do the king best service in the end: He keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a fooolish 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.2 [Exeunt. SCENE III-Another room in the same. Enter King, attended. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find body. the How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose! With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; for Good. Ham. Ham. My mother: Father and mother is mar and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my [Exit. mother. Come, for England. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speec Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; (2) A sport among children, Commands them, sir? Who 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 Polack3 never will defend it. Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand ducats, Will not debate the question of this straw: To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, (2) Forces. (3) Polander. (1) Presence. (4) Profit. (6) Grow mouldy. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Queen. -I will not speak with her. There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, The hearers to collection; they aim at it, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Let her come in. Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia? Oph. How should I your true-love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon.TM [Singing. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, [Sings. White has shroud as the mountain snow. Enter King. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord. Oph. Pray you, mark. [Sings. Larded12 all with sweet flowers; King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ield13 you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this: (11) Shoe. (13) Reward, (9) Guess. (10) Trifle. (12) Garnished. pa King. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be tient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should lay him i'the cold ground: My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my couch! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night. [Ex. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death: And now behold, O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly," In hugger-muggers to inter him: Poor Ophelia King. Attend. Gent. Save yourself, my lord; O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord: (1) Do on, i. e. put on. (2) Do up. Antiquity forgot, custom not known, Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they ery! [Noise within. Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. Laer. Where is this king?-Sirs, stand you all without. Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot Laer. Where is my father? King. Queen. Dead. But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. with: And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, : Repast them with my blood. King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman." That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensibly in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear," As day does to your eye. Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. 1 O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ; Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted. [Exeunt. En And where the offence is, let the great axe fall: pray you, go with me. I SCENE VI.-Another room in the same. Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? They say they have letters for you. "Let them come in.- 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am led to know it is. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment, gave us chace: Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines: in the grapple I boarded them on the instant they -there's rue for you; and here's some for me:- got clear of our ship; so I alone became their we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays:-you prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves may wear your rue with a difference.-There's a of mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to daisy:-I would give you some violets; but they do a good turn for them. Let the king have the withered all, when my father died:-They say, he letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as I have much haste as thou would'st fly death. made a good end,— words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the These good fellows will bring thee where Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will give you way for these your letters; And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.—Another room in the same. Enter King and Laertes. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,— [Sings. Oph. And will he not come again? And will he not come again? Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, [Sings. And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Let this be so I am. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance And you must put me in your heart for friend; Laer. King. mother, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, (4) Melancholy. (5) Since Is, the great love the general gender' bear him: Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,— Mess. Enter a Messenger. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: As did that one; and that, in my regard, Laer. What part is that, my lord? Here was a gentleman of Normandy, I have seen inyself, and serv'd against, the French, Laer. A Norman, was't? King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. King. The very same. Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, King. He made confession of you; Laertes, you shall hear them :-That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, [Exit Messenger. If one could match you: the scrimers' of their nation, [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg If you oppos'd them: Sir, this report of his leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first ask- Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, ing your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion That he could nothing do, but wish and beg of my sudden and more strange return. Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. Now, out of this, Hamlet. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? 'Tis Hamlet's character. And, in a postscript here, he says, alone: Can you advise me? Laer. What out of this, my lord? Naked,-A Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come; That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Laer. Why ask you this? father; |