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I do repent: but6 'the heavens haveN pleas'd it so

To punish 7 'him with me, and me with thisN

That I must be their scourge and minister.

I will bestow him, and will answer well

The death I gave him; so again, good night!

I must be cruel, only to be kind;

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Queen. What shall I do?

Ham. Not this by no means that I bid you do.
Let the fond King tempt you again to bed,
Pinch wanton on your check, call you his mouse,
And let him for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know.
For who that's but a Queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gibbe,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
No, in despight 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 breath,
And breath of lise, I have no lise to breathe
What thou hast said to me. ,

Ham. I must to England^ you know that. ,.

Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis so 8'concluded^

Ham. There's letters seal'd, and my two school-sellows, (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't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines,

And

6 heav'n hath 7 me with this, and this with me, t concluded on.

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And blow them at the moon. O '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 s
Mother, good night! Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in lise a foolish prating knave.
Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother!

[Exeunt, Hamlet tugging out Polonius.

A C T IV. S C E N E I.

A Royal Apartment.

Enter King and Qjj Eik.
King.

THERE'S matter in these sighs; these profound heavel
You must translate, 'tis sit we understand them.
Where is your son?
Styeen. Ah, my good Lord, what have I seen to-night!
King. What Gertrude? how does Hamlet?
Qyeen. Mad as the seas, and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier ; in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
He whips his rapier out, and cries, a rat!
And in his brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

King. Oh heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is sull of threats to all,
To you your self, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence

Should

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 sit; \
But like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from.divulging, let it seed

Ev'n on the pith of lire. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,

O'er whom his very madness, like some ore

Among a mineral of metals base,

Shews it self pure: he weeps for what is done. .
King. O Gertrude, come away:

The son no sooner (hall the mountains touch,

But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed

We must, with ail our majesty and skill,

Both countenance, and excuse. Ho! Guildenstern! .'

Enter Rosincrofle and Guildenstern.

Friends both, go join you with some surther aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius stain,
And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him.
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chappel. Pray you haste in this.;

{Exeunt Rosincrofle and Guildenstern.
Come, Gertrude., we'll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done. Oh come away,
My soul is sull of discord and dismay. {Exeunt.

S C E N . E II.

Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Sasely stowed——
Rof. and Guil. within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
Oh here they come.

Enter Rosincrofle and Guildenstern.

Ros. What have you done, my Lord, with the dead body?

Ham. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tiskin. Ros. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chappel. 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 sokes up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities; but such officers 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 (hall be dry again. t

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 W^h the body. The King is 9'nothings • Guil. 1 'Nothings my Lord?

Ham. 1 'A thing or nothings bring me to him; hide fox, and all aftvr.b [Exeunt,

S C E N E III.

Enter King.

King. I've sent to seek him, and to find the body;
How dang'rous 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

(a) It is the vjay of Monkeys in eating to throw that part of their food .which they take up first into a pouch they are provided with on the fide «f their ja<w, and there they keep it 'till they have done -with the rest.

(b) There is a Play among children caWd Hide fox and all after. (9) a thing. 1 A thing, 2 Of nothing

Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes:
And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: diseases desp'rate grown,
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

Enter Rosincrofle.

How now? what hath befall'n?

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, 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 us.

Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my Lord.

Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.

King. "Now, Hamlet, where's Polonitu?

Ham. At supper.

King. At supper? where?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politique worms are at him. Your .worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat our selves for maggots. Your fat King and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes to one table, that's the end.

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a King, and eat of the fish that hath sed of that worm.

King. What dost thou mean by this?

Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

King. Where is Polonius?

Ham. In heav'n, send thither to see. - If your messenger find him not there, seek him i'th' other place your self. But indeed, if you find him not this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobbey.

King.

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