Hamlet: "Ay, sir, that soaks up the King’s countenance,his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end. He keeps them like (an ape) an apple in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed,to be last swallowed. When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again."
Rosencrantz: "Take you me for a sponge, my lord?"
Hamlet: "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."
King Claudius: "Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?"
King Claudius: "At supper where?"
Hamlet: "At supper."
King Claudius: "Therefore prepare thyself.The bark is ready, and the wind at help,Th’ associates tend, and everything is bent For England."