(Enter the King and two or three
That he goes loose! We cannot charge him, the people love
him; if we charge him, they'll revolt--so we send him off
under careful cover. He's a threat we may not recover from
if things do not go as we manage.
(Claudius takes que from attendant.)
Send them in.
(Rosencrantz and Guildenstern enter.)
We can't get it out of him.
Where is he?
Outside, my lord, guarded; at your pleasure.
Bring the prince in.
(Hamlet enters under guard.)
Where does he eat? Or where is he eaten? Our emperors of
diet are busy with him. Right? If we fatten creatures to
fatten ourselves, only to fatten worms, then a king and a
beggar are but two courses served upon the same table. No?