Letra de A Politic Worm

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Ham. How now? a rat? [Draws.] Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain! [Falls and dies.] Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham. A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king and marry with his brother. King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? Ham. At supper. King. At supper! where? Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. King. Where is Polonius? Ham. In heaven: send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. Oh, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!