Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. [Exeunt. En 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. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge -what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks 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 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 thingGuil. A thing, my lord? Ham. Of nothing and all after." bring me to him. Hide fox, [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! King. Bring him before us. King Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? King. At supper? Where? Ham. Not where he eats, 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 for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but 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 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 Polonius? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seck 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. Ham. He will stay till you come. [Exeunt Attendants, King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety, Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; for Ham. King. Ham. Good. Ay, Hamlet. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come, England!-Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Ham. My mother: Father and mother is mar and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my [Erit. mother. Come, for England. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with spect aboard; 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; Tell him, that, by his license, Fortinbras (2) A sport among children. 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, Ham. Why, then the Polack3 never will defend it. 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, 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, Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Queen. I will not speak with her. Her mood will needs be pitied. Queen. 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. 'Queen. 'Twere good she were spoken with; for Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: she may strew [Exit Horatio. Each toy 10 seems prologue to some great amiss: To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Let her come in. Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den.. mark? 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? He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. O, ho! Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, Oph. [Sings. White his shroud as the mountain snow. Enter King. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord, Oph. Pray you, mark. {Smgs. Larded all with sweet flowers; King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ield's 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: (9) Guess. (10) Trifle. (12) Garnished. (11) Shoe. (13) Reward. A qn't By Gis,' and by Saint Charily,' Young men will do't, if they come to'l ; Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, [He answers.] So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, King. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be pa 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-mugger' to Inter him: Poor Ophelia A noise within. Enter a Gentleman, King, Attend. Gent. O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord: (1) Do on, i. e. put on. (2) Do up. 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 shail as level to your judgment 'pear,"1 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 O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier; Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. remembrance fitted. That I must call't in question. So you shall; [Exeunt. And where the offence is, let the great axe fail: Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Serv. They say they have letters for you. 'Let them come in.- I do not know from what part of the world 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. 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. 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. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; overlooked this, give these fellows some means to pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike apthat's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and pointment, 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 much haste as thou would'st fly death. made a good end,—— words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,— [Sings. yet are they much too light for the bore of the Laer. Thought' and affliction, passion, hell itself, matter. These good fellows will bring thee where Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their She turns to favour, and to prettiness. course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. Oph, And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan; [Sings. And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Let this be so; Laer. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend; 0, for two special reasons; mother, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, (4) Melancholy. (5) Since, 1 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, Mess. Enter a Messenger. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: Laertes, you shall hear them :- As did that one; and that, in my regard, Laer. Here was a gentleman of Normandy, have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, A Norman, was't? Upon my life, Lamord. The very same. Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. He made confession of you; And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence. And for your rapier most especial, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you: the scrimers' of their na[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? Naked, Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come; That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. re As checking at his voyage, and that he means My lord, I will be rul'd; King. tion, Laer. Laer. Why ask you this? father; Will you do this, keep close within your chamber: (5) Ornament. (6) Science of defence, i. e. fencing. |