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Who like not in their judgment but their eyes, [5]
And where ’tis so, th’offender’s scourge is weigh’d,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are reliev’d, [10]
Or not at all.
Enter Rosencrantz, (Guildenstern), and Others.
How now, what hath befall’n?
ROSENCRANTZ
Where the dead body is bestow’d, my lord,
We cannot get from him.
KING
But where is he?
ROSENCRANTZ
Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.
KING
Bring him before us.
ROSENCRANTZ
Ho! Bring in the lord. [15]
Enter Hamlet with Guards.
KING
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
HAMLET
At supper.
KING
At supper? Where?
