(Hamlet enters. He hears his name
Here we go.
(Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.)
My lord, what have you done with the body?
I've reunited it with what it's related.
Tell us where it is, we must get it to the chapel.
Do not believe it.
That I can keep some secrets, and then not others. Besides,
to be scrutinized by a sponge--what type of response should
there be from the son of a king?
You take me for a sponge my lord?
Yes, one that soaks up the king's favor, his reward, his
power. In the end, such officers serve him best. He
squeezes you to find out what you know, and like a sponge,
you're dry again.
I don't understand you my lord.
I'm not surprised. Metaphor falls to sleep in the ears of
My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to
The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body.
The king is a thing.