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ACT THE THIRD.
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter King and Queen.
Mad as butter in the sun: (a) Hearing a noise, “ a rat, a rat," he roar'd, And in his crazy fit whipp'd out his sword, And ran Polonius thro' behind the curtain.
Had we been there, he'd have spik'd us for certain. i
now hath Hamlet slain,
The body to the bone-house take ;-seek out
[Exeunt Guild. and Rosen.
We'll now prepare to pack him off to London :-
If Hamlet thus go loose he'll make a racket,
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN with HAMLET.
Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius
He's in heaven; But if 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.
Go seek him there; I fear he's only humming.
Hamlet. Pray don't fatigue yourself; he'll wait your coming.
I shou’dn't wonder !
King. Therefore for England instantly prepare; The packet's ready and the wind is fair.
[Exit Hamlet and Rosen.
Another Room in the Palace.
Enter Queen and HORATIO.
Queen. I will not speak with her.
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.
Three children sliding on the ice,
All on a summer's day,
Tlie rest—they ran away.
And slid upon dry ground,
But never had been drown'd.
King. How is't, Ophelia ?
Where's the use of sorrow? For, ah! we're gone to-day and here to-morrow!
'Tis the fashion for lads to court lasses,
But I know a case quite contrary :
Ri tol, dc.
King. Pretty Ophelia.
Aye, 'tis true, depend on't; And so, without an oath, I'll make an end on't.