1 I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
2 How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
3 Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
4 He's loved of the distracted multitude,
5 Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
6 And where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
7 But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
8 This sudden sending him away must seem
9 Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
10 By desperate appliance are relieved,
11 Or not at all.
11 How now! what hath befall'n?
13 But where is he?
14 Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
15 Bring him before us.
15 Ho, bring in the lord.
16 Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
17 At supper.
18 At supper! where?
19 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
20 convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
21 worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
22 creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
23 maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
24 variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
25 that's the end.
26 Alas, alas!
29 What dost thou mean by this?
32 Where is Polonius?
33 In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger
34 find him not there, seek him i' the other place
35 yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
36 this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
37 stairs into the lobby.
38 Go seek him there.
39 'A will stay till you come.
40 Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
41 Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
42 For that which thou hast donemust send thee hence
43 With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
44 The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
45 Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
46 For England.
46 For England!
46 Ay, Hamlet.
47 So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
50 Thy loving father, Hamlet.
54 Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
55 Delay it not; I'll have him hence tonight:
56 Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
57 That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
58 And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught
59 As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
60 Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
61 After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
62 Pays homage to usthou mayst not coldly set
63 Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
64 By letters congruing to that effect,
65 The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
66 For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
67 And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
68 Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.