Hamlet (Modern, Folio)

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4. Hamlet (First Quarto)
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 4.3.0.12661[4.3]
 4.3.0.2Enter King.
 4.3.12662King
 I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
 4.3.22663How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
 4.3.32664Yet must not we put the strong law on him;
 4.3.42665He's loved of the distracted multitude,
 4.3.52666Who like not in their judgment but their eyes,
 4.3.62667And where 'tis so, th'offender's scourge is weighed,
 4.3.72668But ne'er the offense. To bear all smooth and even,
 4.3.82669This sudden sending him away must seem
 4.3.92670Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown
 4.3.102671By desperate appliance are relieved, 
 4.3.112672Or not at all.
 4.3.11.1Enter Rosencrantz.
 2673King
 Or not at all.  How now? What hath befall'n?
 4.3.122674Rosencrantz
 Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord,
 4.3.132675We cannot get from him.
 2676King
 We cannot get from him.  But where is he?
 4.3.142677Rosencrantz
 Without, my lord, guarded, to know your 2678pleasure.
 4.3.152679King
 Bring him before us.
 4.3.162680Rosencrantz[Calling]:
 Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord. 
 4.3.16.1Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern [and Guards]. 
 4.3.172682King
 Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
 4.3.182683Hamlet
 At supper.
 4.3.192684King
 At supper? Where?
 4.3.202685Hamlet
 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A 2686certain convocation of worms are e'en at him. Your worm 2687is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else 2688to fat us, and we fat ourself for maggots. Your fat king 2689and your lean beggar is but variable service to dishes, 2690but to one table that's the end.
 4.3.212691King
 What dost thou mean by this?
 4.3.222692Hamlet
 Nothing but to show you how a king may go 2693a progress through the guts of a beggar.
 4.3.232694King
 Where is Polonius?
 4.3.242695Hamlet
 In heaven. Send thither to see. If your 2696messenger find him not there, seek him i'th' other place 2697yourself. But indeed if you find him not this month, you 2698shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
 4.3.252699King[To some attendants]
 Go seek him there.
 4.3.262700Hamlet 
 He will stay till ye come.
 4.3.26.1[Exeunt attendants.]
 4.3.272701King
 Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety--
 4.3.282702Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
 4.3.292703For that which thou hast done--must send thee hence
 4.3.302704With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself.
 4.3.312705The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
 4.3.322706Th'associates tend, and everything at bent
 4.3.332707For England.
 4.3.342708Hamlet
 For England?
 4.3.352709King
 Ay, Hamlet.
 4.3.362710Hamlet
 Good.
 4.3.372711King
 So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
 4.3.382712Hamlet
 I see a cherub that sees him. But come, for 2713England! Farewell, dear mother.
 4.3.392714King
 Thy loving father, Hamlet.
 4.3.402715Hamlet
 My mother. Father and mother is man and 2716wife, man and wife is one flesh, and so, my mother. Come, for England! 
 4.3.40.1Exit.
 4.3.412718King
 Follow him at foot. 2719Tempt him with speed aboard.
 4.3.422720Delay it not. I'll have him hence tonight.
 4.3.432721Away! For everything is sealed and done
 4.3.442722That else leans on th'affair. Pray you, make haste.
 4.3.44.1[Exeunt all but the King.]
 4.3.452723And England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,
 4.3.462724As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
 4.3.472725Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
 4.3.482726After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
 4.3.492727Pays homage to us, thou mayst not coldly set
 4.3.502728Our sovereign process, which imports at full
 4.3.512729By letters conjuring to that effect
 4.3.522730The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England,
 4.3.532731For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
 4.3.542732And thou must cure me. Till I know 'tis done,
 4.3.552733Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. 
 4.3.55.1Exit. 

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