|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark.|
The Harvard Classics. 190914.
[Another room in the castle]
Ham. Safely stowed.
| Ros. & Guil. (within.) Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!|
| Ham. What noise? Who calls on Hamlet?|
|O, here they come.|| 4|
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
| Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto tis kin.|
| Ros. Tell us where tis, that we may take it thence|
|And bear it to the chapel.|| 8|
| Ham. Do not believe it.|
| Ros. Believe what?|
| Ham. That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! What replication 1 should be made by the son of a king?|
| Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord?|| 12|
| Ham. Ay, sir, that soaks up the Kings countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end. He keeps them, as an ape doth nuts, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthd, to be last swallowed. When he needs what you have gleand, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.|
| Ros. I understand you not, my lord.|
| Ham. I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.|
| Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King.|| 16|
| 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. 2 Exeunt.|