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For tho’ at best you're no great things~'twere right To keep appearance up.-Once more, good night.
[Exit Queen. I must be staunch with her:-I dare not falter: And thus we whip a thief, to save him from the halter.
END Or THE SECOND ACT.
ACT THE THIRD.
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter King and QUEEN.
Mad as butter in the sun (a):
King. Had we been there, he'd have spik'd us for certain. Soon as 'tis day-light he shall buy a brush; And this unlucky job we'll try to hush. Ho! Guild'stern! (Enter Guild. and Rosen.) Just
now hath Hamlet slain, By way of joke, our poor lord chamberlain,
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.
King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius ?
He's in heav'n; 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.
Hamlet. Pray don't fatigue yourself; he'll wait your coming.
I shou’dn't wonder!
[Exit Hamlet and Rosen.
Now, England, if thou car'st for us a button,