King.
I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous 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, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.—How now? what hath befallen? Enter Rosencrantz.

Ros.
Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
We cannot get from him.

King.
But where is he?

Ros.
Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.

King.
Bring him before us.

Ros.
Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.

King.

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

Ham.

At supper.

King.

At supper? Where?

Ham.

Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politick 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 maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.

King.

Alas, alas^{3 note}!

Ham.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

King.

What dost thou mean by this?

Ham.

Nothing, but to shew you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

King.

Where is Polonius?

Ham.

In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

King.

Go seek him there.

Ham.

He will stay 'till you come.

King.
Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,—
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done,—must send thee hence
With fiery quickness^{4 note}: Therefore, prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and ^{5 note}
the wind at help,

The associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

Ham.

For England?

King.

Ay, Hamlet.

Ham.

Good.

King.
So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham.

I see a cherub, that sees them.—But, come; for England!—Farewel, dear mother.

King.

Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham.

My mother:—Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and, so, my mother. Come, for England.

King.
Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Away; for every thing is seal'd and done
That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make haste. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil.
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 sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us) thou may'st not coldly ^{6 note}