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  • I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.How dangerous is it that this man goes loose. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.
  • ...But where is he?
  • Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,We cannot get from him.
  • Hamlet,Where's Polonius?
  • Where?
  • Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes but to one table: that's the end.
  • At supper
  • Sorry?
  • Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,— Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done,—must send thee hence With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself; The bark is ready, and the wind at help, The associates tend, and every thing is bent For England.
  • Where is Polonius?
  • Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
  • A man may fish with the worm that half eat of a king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
  • Aye!
  • For England!My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
  • Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night: Away! for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught— As my great power thereof may give thee sense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process; which imports at full, By letters congruing to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.
  • I'll be with you straight go a little before. How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge! What is a man if his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure, he that made us with such large discount.Examples gross as earth exhort me Witness this army of such mass and charge led by a delicate and tender prince whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd.Makes mouths at the invisible event.Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune.That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd.Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleepWhich is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? From now my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
  • Will you please go,my lord?
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