Act IV, Scene 2 — Hide and Seek

Safely stowed.

What 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.

Believe what?

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?

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.

I understand you not, my lord.

I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

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

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing —

A thing, my lord?

Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!