Guild. A thing my Lord?
Ham. Of nothing[2]: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all after.[3] Exeunt[4]
Enter King. [Sidenote: King, and two or three.]
King. I have sent to seeke him, and to find the bodie:
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose:[5]
Yet must not we put the strong Law on him:
[Sidenote: 212] Hee's loved of the distracted multitude,[6]
Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes:
And where 'tis so, th'Offenders scourge is weigh'd
But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth, and euen,
[Sidenote: neuer the]
This sodaine sending him away, must seeme
[Sidenote: 120] Deliberate pause,[7] diseases desperate growne,
By desperate appliance are releeved,
Or not at all. Enter Rosincrane.
[Sidenote: Rosencraus and all the rest.]
How now? What hath befalne?
Rosin. Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord, We cannot get from him.
King. But where is he?[8]
Rosin. Without my Lord, guarded[9] to know your pleasure.
King. Bring him before us.
Rosin. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord. [Sidenote: Ros. How, bring in the Lord. They enter.]
Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne[10]