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.]