Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter King.
¶How dangerous is it that this man goes loose:
2665Hee's loued of the distracted multitude,
¶Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes:
¶But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth, and euen,
¶By desperate appliance are releeued,
¶Or not at all.
Enter Rosincrane._
¶How now? What hath befalne?
2675We cannot get from him.
¶King. But where is he?
¶Rosin. Without my Lord, guarded to know your
¶pleasure.
¶King. Bring him before vs.
¶
Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne.
¶King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
¶Ham. At Supper.
¶King. At Supper? Where?
2685Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a cer-
¶taine conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him. Your worm
¶is your onely Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else
¶to fat vs, and we fat our selfe for Magots. Your fat King,
2690but to one Table that's the end.
¶King. Where is Polonius.
¶ger finde him not there, seeke him i'th other place your
¶selfe: but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you
¶Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue
2705The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe,
¶For England.
¶Ham. For England?
¶King. I Hamlet.
2710Ham. Good.
¶England. Farewell deere Mother.
¶King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
2715Hamlet. My Mother: Father and Mother is man and
¶for England.
Exit
¶King. Follow him at foote,
¶Tempt him with speed aboord:
2720Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.
¶Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done
¶And England, if my loue thou holdst at ought,
2725Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red
¶After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe
¶By Letters coniuring to that effect
2730The present death of Hamlet. Do it England,
¶For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages,
¶And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
¶How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun.
Exit
