(from within) Hamlet! Lord
But soft, what noise? Who calls on Hamlet?
Oh, here they come.
GUILDENSTERN, and others
5What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
Compounded it with dust, whereto ’tis kin.
Tell us where ’tis, that we may take it thence
And bear it to the chapel.
Do not believe it.
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?
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?