1    Safely stowed.

Within
2     Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

3    What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
4    O, here they come.

5    What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

6    Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

7    Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
8    And bear it to the chapel.

9    Do not believe it.

10   Believe what?

11   That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
12   Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
13   replication should be made by the son of a king?

14   Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

15   Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
16   rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
17   king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
18   an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
19   be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
20   gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
21   shall be dry again.

22   I understand you not, my lord.

23   I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
24   foolish ear.

25   My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
26   with us to the king.

27   The body is with the king, but the king is not with
28   the body. The king is a thing--

29   A thing, my lord!

30   Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.