Act 3 - Scene 3
A room in the castle.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
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
so dangerous as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.
We will ourselves provide:
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
live and feed upon your majesty.
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
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,
the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortised and
adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too
We will haste us.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
To hear the process; and
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,
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
Thanks, dear my lord.
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder. Pray
can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a
man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer
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