[_Exeunt all but Hamlet._[1368] 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out[1369] Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,[1370] And do such bitter business as the day[1371] Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.[1372] 375 O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever[1373] The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel, not unnatural:[1374] I will speak daggers to her, but use none;[1375] My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites; 380 How in my words soever she be shent,[1376][1377] To give them seals never, my soul, consent! [_Exit._[1376][1378] SCENE III. _A room in the castle._ _Enter_ KING, ROSENCRANTZ, _and_ GUILDENSTERN.[1379] _King._ I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;[1380] I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The terms of our estate may not endure[1381] 5 Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow[1382] Out of his lunacies. _Guil._ We will ourselves provide:[1383] Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe[1384][1385] That live and feed upon your majesty.[1384] 10 _Ros._ The single and peculiar life is bound[1386] With all the strength and armour of the mind To keep itself from noyance; but much more[1387] That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests[1388] The lives of many. The cease of majesty[1389] 15 Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,[1390] Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,[1391] To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things[1392] Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,[1393] 20 Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone[1394] Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.[1395] _King._ Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage,[1396] For we will fetters put about this fear,[1397] 25 Which now goes too free-footed. _Ros._ } We will haste us. _Guil._} [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._[1398] _Enter_ POLONIUS. _Pol._ My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras I'll convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant she'll tax him home:[1399] And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 30 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:[1400] I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I know.