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Ham. Safely stowed.

Ros.	${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$	(Within.) Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
Guil.

Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
O! here they come. 4

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

Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

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

Ham. Do not believe it.

Ros. Believe what?

Ham. That I can keep your counsel and not
mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!
what replication should be made by the son of
a king? 14

Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

Ham. Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's
countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But
such officers do the king best service in the end:
he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his
jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when
he needs what you have gleaned, it is but
squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry
again. 23

Ros. I understand you not, my lord.