The body to the bone-house take ;-seek out And bring lord Hamlet here.-Come, jump about. [Exeunt Guild. and Rosen.

We'll now prepare to pack him off to London:-
As for Polonius--what's done can't be undone.

[Exit Queen.

If Hamlet thus go loose he'll make a racket,
And yet we dare not give him a straight jacket;
Because tag, rag and bob-tail love him dearly-
And right from wrong they can't distinguish clearly.

Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN with HAMLET.

King.

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

But if

Hamlet.

He's in heaven;

you think that I'm to lying giv❜n,

Send there to see; if there your man don't nick him,
E'en to the devil go yourself and seek him.

If in a month you find not where he's closeted,
Your nose will hint i'th' dust-hole he's deposited.

King.

Go seek him there; I fear he's only humming.

Hamlet.

[Exit Guild.

Pray don't fatigue yourself; he'll wait your coming.

King.

From pure regard for thee, this cursed blunder
Must send thee, Hamlet, hence.

Hamlet.

I shou'dn't wonder!

King.

Therefore for England instantly prepare;
The packet's ready and the wind is fair.

Good.

Hamlet.

King.

So you'd say if you our reasons knew.

Hamlet.

There's one above sees all-But come; adieu !

King.

[Exit Hamlet and Rosen.

Now, England, if thou car'st for us a button,

Thou'll sweetly tickle this young jockey's mutton. (b)

[Exit King.

SCENE II.

Another Room in the Palace.

Enter QUEEN and HORATIO.

Queen.

I will not speak with her.

Horatio.

She'll breed a riot;

You'd better have her in to keep her quiet.

Queen.

Well, send her up. (Exit Hor.) I think the devil's

in it,

That I can never be alone a minute.

Enter HORATIO with OPHELIA.

Ophelia (sings).

Three children sliding on the ice,

All on a summer's day,

The ice it broke-they all fell in→

The rest-they ran away.

Queen.

Sweet lady, what's the meaning of this song?

Ophelia.

I'll sing the rest-for 'tis not very long.

(Sings.)

Now had these children staid at home,

And slid upon dry ground,

They broken necks had had, perchance,
But never had been drown'd.

Enter KING.

King.

How is't, Ophelia ?

Ophelia.

Where's the use of sorrow?

For, ah! we're gone to-day and here to-morrow!

SONG.-Ophelia.

(Tune-" How happy could I be with either.)

'Tis the fashion for lads to court lasses,
But I know a case quite contrary:
Peggy Tomkins (c) lov'd Johnny the butler,
And she whistled for John down the area.

Pretty Ophelia.

King.

Ophelia.

Ri tol, &c.

Aye, 'tis true, depend on't;

And so, without an oath, I'll make an end on't,

E

(Sings.)

Says John "go to the back-kitchen window,
And quickly I'll come and unbar it."
But, to shorten a very long story,

Peggy staid all night long in John's garret.

King.

How long hath she been thus?

Queen.

I cannot tell.

Ri tol, &c.

Ophelia.

We must be patient; all may yet be well.
Yet I must weep-to lay him in the dirt is
A dirty trick-I'll tell it to Laertes.

I thank you so 'tis best-you counsel right

My coach-three thirty-five (d)-good night, good

night.

King.

[Exit Ophelia.

Follow her close: Horatio, you be at her;

See you look sharp. (Exit Hor.) Hollo, there! what's

the matter?

[Noise without.

Enter MARCELLUS.

Marcellus.

My lord, my lord, Laertes heads a mob,

And comes to knock about your royal nob: