Ham. 
By-and-by is easily said.

[Exit Polonius.]

—­Leave me, friends.

[Exeunt Ros, Guil., Hor., and Players.]

’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world:  now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.  Soft! now to my mother.—­
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: 
Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites,—­
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

[Exit.]

Scene III.  A room in the Castle.

[Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]

King. 
I like him not; nor stands it safe with us
To let his madness range.  Therefore prepare you;
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you: 
The terms of our estate may not endure
Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.

Guil. 
We will ourselves provide: 
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your majesty.

Ros. 
The single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from ’noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many.  The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw
What’s near it with it:  it is a massy wheel,
Fix’d on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortis’d and adjoin’d; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin.  Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.

King. 
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.

Ros and Guil. 
We will haste us.

[Exeunt Ros. and Guil.]

[Enter Polonius.]

Pol. 
My lord, he’s going to his mother’s closet: 
Behind the arras I’ll convey myself
To hear the process; I’ll warrant she’ll tax him home: 
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
’Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o’erhear
The speech, of vantage.  Fare you well, my liege: 
I’ll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.

King. 
Thanks, dear my lord.

[Exit Polonius.]