Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 487 words
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Safely stowed. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet. What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? Oh here they come. What have you done my Lord with the dead body? Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis Kin. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the Chapel. Do not believe it. Believe what? That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what replication should be made by the Son of a King. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord? I sir, that soaks 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 Ape in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed, when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and Spundge you shall be dry again. I understand you not my Lord. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. My Lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King, is a thing— A thing my Lord? Of nothing: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all after. I have sent to seek him, and to find the body: How dangerous is it that this man goes lose: Yet must not we put the strong Law on him: he's loved of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes: And where 'tis so, th' Offenders scourge is weighed But nearer the offence: to bear all smooth, and even, This sudden sending him away, must seem Deliberate pause, diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all. How now? What hath befallen? Where the dead body is bestowed my Lord, We cannot get from him. But where is he? Without my Lord, guarded to know your pleasure. Bring him before us. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius? At Supper. At Supper? Where? Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certain convocation of 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 ourself for Maggots. Your fat King, and your lean Beggar is but variable service to dishes, but to one Table that's the end. What dost thou mean by this? Nothing but to show you how a King may go a Progress through the guts of a Beggar. Where is Polonius. In heaven, send thither to see. If your Messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself: but indeed, if you find him not this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the Lobby. Go seek him there.
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Safely ſtowed. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet. What noiſe? Who cals on Hamlet? Oh heere they come. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body? Compounded it with duſt, whereto 'tis Kinne. Tell vs where 'tis▪ that we may take it thence, And beare it to the Chappell. Do not beleeue it. Beleeue what? That I can keepe your counſell, and not mine owne. Beſides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what replication ſhould be made by the Sonne of a King. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord? I ſir, that ſokes vp the Kings Countenance, his Rewards, his Authorities (but ſuch Officers do the King beſt ſeruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in the corner of his iaw, firſt mouth'd to be laſt ſwallowed, when he needes what you haue glean'd, it is but ſqueezing you, and Spundge you ſhall be dry againe. I vnderſtand you not my Lord. I am glad of it: a knauiſh ſpeech ſleepes in a fooliſh eare. My Lord, you muſt tell vs where the body is, and go with vs to the King. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King, is a thing — A thing my Lord? Of nothing: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all after. I haue ſent to ſeeke him, and to find the bodie: How dangerous is it that this man goes looſe: Yet muſt not we put the ſtrong Law on him: Hee's loued of the diſtracted multitude, Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes: And where 'tis ſo, th' Offenders ſcourge is weigh'd But neerer the offence: to beare all ſmooth, and euen, This ſodaine ſending him away, muſt ſeeme Deliberate pauſe, diſeaſes deſperate growne, By deſperate appliance are releeued, Or not at all. How now? What hath befalne? Where the dead body is beſtow'd my Lord, We cannot get from him. But where is he? Without my Lord, guarded to know your pleaſure. Bring him before vs. Hoa, Guildenſterne? Bring in my Lord. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius? At Supper. At Supper? Where? Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certaine 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, and your leane Begger is but variable ſeruice to diſhes, but to one Table that's the end. What doſt thou meane by this? Nothing but to ſhew you how a King may go a Progreſſe through the guts of a Begger. Where is Polonius. In heauen, ſend thither to ſee. If your Meſſenger finde him not there, ſeeke him i' th other place your ſelfe: but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you ſhall noſe him as you go vp the ſtaires into the Lobby. Go ſeeke him there.