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for what is done.
King. O Gertrude, come away:
The fun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence; and this vile' deed
We must, with all our Majesty and Skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho! Guildersern!

Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern.

Friends both, go join you with some farther aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him.
Go seck him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. Pray you, hafte in this.

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(26) Gertrude, Well call upiour wifet Friends,

And let them know both what we mean to dos
And what's untimely done.
Whose Whisper o'er the World's Diameter,
As level as the Cannon to his blank,
'Transports its poison'd Shot, may miss our Name,
And hit the woundless Air.

-0, come away; Mr. Pope takes notice, that I replace fome Verfestbat were imperfell, (and, tho' of a modern Daie, seem to be genuine;) by inferring two Words, But to fee, what an accurate and faithful Collato, he is? I produced these Verses in my SHAKESPEARE resored, from a Quarta Edition of . Hainket printed in 1637, and happened to fay, that they had not the Authority of any earlier Date in Print, that I knew of, than that Quarto. Upon the Strength of this Mr. Pope comes and calls the Lines modern, tho' they are in the Quarta's of 1605 and 1611, which I had not then seen, but both of which Ms. Pope pretends to have collated. The Verses carry the very Stamp of Shakespeare upon them. The Coin, indeed, has been clipt from our first receiving it; but it is not fó diminished, but that with a small Assistance we may hope to make it pass current. We have not, 'ois true, much as the footsteps, or 'Traces, of a corrupted Reading, to lead us to an Emendation; nor any means of 'reftoring what is loft, but Conjecture. I am far from affirming, therefore, that I have given the Poet's very Words; but the supplement is such as the Sentiment


And let them know both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done. For, haply, Slander
(Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports its poison's shot ;) may miss our Name,
And hit the woundless air.-O, come away ;
My foul is full of discord and dismay.. (Exeunt.

Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Safely stowed.
Gentlemen within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet !

Ham. What noise ? who calls on Hamlet?
Oh, here they come.

Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.

Rof. What have you done, my Lord, with the dead

body? Ham. Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis kin.

Ros. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Rof. Believe what?

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication fhould be made by the fon of a King ? Ref. Take you me for a spunge, my

Lord Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes 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 apple, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be

naturally scems to demand. The Poet has the same Thought, concerning the diffusive pow'rs of Slander in another of his Pays.

No, 'tis Slander;
Whofe Edge is sharper than the Sword, whose Tongue

Out-venomes all ibe Worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting Winds, and doth bely
All Corners of the World,



last swallow'd: when he needs what you have glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, you shall be dry again. Rof. I understand you not, my.

Lord. Ham. I am glad of it; a knavith speech fleeps in a foolish ear,

Rof. 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 thing

Guil. A thing, my Lord ? Ham. Of nothing : bring me to him ; hide fox, and all after.

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

Enter Rofincrantz,

How now? what hath befall'n? 9.

Rof. Where the dead body is bestow'd, iny Lord, We cannot get from him.

King. But where is he?
Roj. Without,my Lord, guarded to know your pleasure,
King. Bring him before us..
Roj. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my Lord.

Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.
King. Now, Hamlet; where's Polonius ?
Ham. At fupper.

King. At supper? where ?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten ; a certain convocation of politique 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 mag? gots. Yoqr fat King and your lean beggar is but varia able service, two dites but to one table; that's the endo

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. A man may fifh with the worm that hath eat of a King, eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. King. What doft thou mean by this?

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

King. Where is Polonius?

Ham. In heav'n, fend thither to fee. If your meffenger find him not there, feek him i'th' other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall. nose him as you go up the fairs into the lobby.

King. Go seek him there.
Ham. He will stay 'till ye .

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial fafety,
(Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou haft done) must send thee hence
With fiery quickness; therefore prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th' associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

Ham. For England?
King. Ay, Hamlet.
Ham. Good.
King. So is it, if thou knew't our purposes.

Ham. I see a Cherub, that sees them; but come, for
England! farewel, dear mother.

King. Tly loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh, and, fo, my mother. Come, for England.

[Exit. King.Follow him at foot; tempo him with speed aboard;



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Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night.
Away, for every thing is feal'd and done.
That else leans on th' affair; pray you, make haste.

(Exeunt Rof. and Guild. And, England! if my love thou hold'st at aught, As my great power

thereof may give thee sense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish (word, and thy free awe Pays homage to us; thou may ít not coldly set Our sovereign process, which imports at full, By letters congruing to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England: For like the hectick in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me; 'till I know 'tis done, How-e'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.

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SCENE A Camp, on the Frontiers of



Enter Fortinbras, yayith an Army

O, Captain, from me, greet the Danish King,

Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Claims the conveyance of a promiş'd march
Over his realm. You know the rendezvous.
If that his Majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

Capt. I will do't, my Lord.
For. Go foftly on. Exit Fortinbras, with the Army

Enter Hamlet, Rofifcrantz, Guildenstern, &c.
Ham. Good Sir, whose powers are there?
Capt. They are of Norway, Sir. 1;!
Ham. How purpos'd, Sir, I pray you do
Capt. Against some part of Poland...
Ham. Who commands them, Sir ?
Capt. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras.

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Sir,
Or for some frontier ?


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