A Politik Worm by Shakespeare in Hell from album Hecate
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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!
