Scene Two.—A ROOM IN THE SAME.
Enter King, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (R.H.)
King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us
To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
I your commission will forthwith despatch,
And he to England shall along with you:
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-booted.
We will haste us.
[Cross behind the King, and exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, L.H.]
Enter Polonius (R.H.)
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:
[Polonius crosses to L.H.]
I’ll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exeunt Polonius, L.H., and King, R.H.]