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For tho' at best you're no great things—twere right
END OF 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! Guildenstern! (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 heaven;
From pure regard for thee, this cursed blunder
I shou'dn't wonder !
King. Therefore for England instantly prepare ; The packet's ready and the wind is fair.
So you'd say if you our reasons knew.
[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.)
in it, That I can never be alone a minute.
I think the devil's
Enter Horatio with Ophelia.
Three children sliding on the ice,
All on a summer's day,
The rest—they ran away.