2561Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers,

2562Make you to rauell all this matter out,

2563That I essentially am not in madnesse,

2564But made in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,

2565For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,

2566Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat, a Gibbe,

2567Such deere concernings hide, Who would do so,

2568No in despight of Sense and Secrecie,

2569Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top:

2570Let the Birds flye, and like the famous Ape

2571To try Conclusions in the Basket, creepe

2572And breake your owne necke downe.

2573Qu. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,

2574And breath of life: I haue no life to breath

2575What thou hast saide to me.

2576Ham. I must to England, you know that?

2577Qu. Alacke I had forgot: 'Tis so concluded on.

2578Ham. This man shall set me packing:

2579Ile lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome,

2580Mother goodnight. Indeede this Counsellor

2581Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,

2582Who was in life, a foolish prating Knaue.

2583Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.

2584Good night Mother.

2587King. There's matters in these sighes.

2588These profound heaues

2589You must translate; Tis fit we vnderstand them.

2590Where is your Sonne?

2591Qu. Ah my good Lord, what haue I seene to night?

2592King. What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet?

2593Qu. Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend

2594Which is the Mightier, in his lawlesse fit

2595Behinde the Arras, hearing something stirre,

2596He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,

2597And in his brainish apprehension killes

2598The vnseene good old man.

2599King. On heauy deed:

2600It had bin so with vs had we beene there:

2601His Liberty is full of threats to all,

2602To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one.

2603Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answered?

2604It will be laide to vs, whose prouidence

2605Should haue kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,

2606This mad yong man. But so much was our loue,

2607We would not vnderstand what was most fit,

2608But like the Owner of a foule disease,

2609To keepe it from divulging, let's it feede

2610Euen on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

2611Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild,

2612O're whom his very madnesse like some Oare

2613Among a Minerall of Mettels base

2614Shewes it selfe pure. He weepes for what is done.

2615King. Oh Gertrude, come away:

2616The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch,

2617But we will ship him hence, and this vilde deed,

2618We must with all our Maiesty and Skill

2619Both countenance, and excuse. Enter Ros. & Guild.

2620Ho Guildenstern:

2621Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde:

2622Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine,

2623And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag'd him.

2624Go seeke him out, speake faire, and bring the body

2625Into the Chappell. I pray you hast in this. Exit Gent.

2626Come Gertrude, wee'l call vp our wisest friends,

2627To let them know both what we meane to do,

2628And what's vntimely done. Oh come away,

2629My soule is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt.

2631Ham. Safely stowed.

2632Gentlemen within. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet.

2633Ham. What noise? Who cals on Hamlet?

2634Oh heere they come. Enter Ros. and Guildensterne.

2635Ro. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body?

2636Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis Kinne.

2637Rosin. Tell vs where 'tis, that we may take it thence,

2638And beare it to the Chappell.

2639Ham. Do not beleeue it.

2640Rosin. Beleeue what?

2641Ham. That I can keepe your counsell, and not mine

2642owne. Besides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what re-

2643plication should be made by the Sonne of a King.

2644Rosin. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord?

2645Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings Countenance, his

2646Rewards, his Authorities (but such Officers do the King

2647best seruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in

2648the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be last swallowed,

2649when he needes what you haue glean'd, it is but squee-

2650zing you, and Spundge you shall be dry againe.

2651Rosin. I vnderstand you not my Lord.

2652Ham. I am glad of it: a knauish speech sleepes in a

2653foolish eare.

2654Rosin. My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is,

2655and go with vs to the King.

2656Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not

2657with the body. The King, is a thing---

2658Guild. A thing my Lord?

2659Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all

2660after. Exeunt

2662King. I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the bodie:

2663How dangerous is it that this man goes loose:

2664Yet must not we put the strong Law on him:

2665Hee's loued of the distracted multitude,

2666Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes:

2667And where 'tis so, th'Offenders scourge is weigh'd

2668But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth, and euen,

2669This sodaine sending him away, must seeme

2670Deliberate pause, diseases desperate growne,

2671By desperate appliance are releeued,

2672Or not at all. Enter Rosincrane.

2673How now? What hath befalne?

2674Rosin. Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord,

2675We cannot get from him.

2676King. But where is he?

2677Rosin. Without my Lord, guarded to know your

2678pleasure.

2679King. Bring him before vs.

2680Rosin. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord.

2682King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?

2683Ham. At Supper.

2684King. At Supper? Where?

2685Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a cer-

2686taine conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him. Your worm

2687is your onely Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else

2688to fat vs, and we fat our selfe for Magots. Your fat King,

2689and your leane Begger is but variable seruice to dishes,

2690but to one Table that's the end.

2691King. What dost thou meane by this?