ACT IV SCENE III� Setting: Another room in the castle.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended.�
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I have sent to seek him, and to find the body. |
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How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! |
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Yet must not we put the strong law on him: |
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He's loved of the distracted multitude, |
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Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; |
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And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, |
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But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, |
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This sudden sending him away must seem |
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Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown |
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By desperate appliance are relieved, |
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Or not at all. |
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Enter ROSENCRANTZ and others. |
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How now! what hath befall'n? |
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| ROSENCRANTZ� |
Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, |
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We cannot get from him. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
But where is he? |
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| ROSENCRANTZ� |
Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Bring him before us. |
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| ROSENCRANTZ� |
Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. |
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Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? |
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| HAMLET� |
At supper. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
At supper! where? |
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| HAMLET� |
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain |
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convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your |
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worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all |
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creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for |
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maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but |
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variable service, two dishes, but to one table: |
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that's the end. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Alas, alas! |
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| HAMLET� |
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a |
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king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
What dost you mean by this? |
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| HAMLET� |
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a |
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progress through the guts of a beggar. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Where is Polonius? |
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| HAMLET� |
In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger |
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find him not there, seek him i' the other place |
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yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within |
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this month, you shall nose him as you go up the |
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stairs into the lobby. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Go seek him there. |
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To some Attendants. |
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| HAMLET� |
He will stay till ye come. |
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Exeunt Attendants. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,–– |
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Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve |
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For that which thou hast done,––must send thee hence |
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With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself; |
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The bark is ready, and the wind at help, |
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The associates tend, and every thing is bent |
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For England. |
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| HAMLET� |
For England. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Ay, Hamlet. |
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| HAMLET� |
Good. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. |
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| HAMLET� |
I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for |
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England! Farewell, dear mother. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Thy loving father, Hamlet. |
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| HAMLET� |
My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man |
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and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England! |
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Exit |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; |
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Delay it not; I'll have him hence to–night: |
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Away! for every thing is seal'd and done |
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That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. |
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Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. |
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And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught–– |
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As my great power thereof may give thee sense, |
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Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red |
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After the Danish sword, and thy free awe |
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Pays homage to us––thou mayst not coldly set |
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Our sovereign process; which imports at full, |
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By letters congruing to that effect, |
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The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; |
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For like the hectic in my blood he rages, |
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And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, |
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Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. |
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Exit |
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