Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: POL. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate" Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, QUEEN. More matter, with less art. POL. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. Mad let us grant him then: and now remains, I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear. Thus: In her excellent white bosom, these, (16) &c. QUEEN. Came this from Hamlet to her? expostulate] To expostulate is to discuss, to put the pros and cons, to answer demands upon the question. Expose is an old term of similar import. POL. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faith ful. Doubt thou, the stars are fire; Doubt, that the sun doth move : Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt, I love. [Reads. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;" I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, O most best,(7) believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: As they fell out by time, by means, and place, But what might KING. As of a man faithful and honourable. POL. I would fain prove so. you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb; * solliciting. 1623, 32. What might you think? no, I went round to . work, (20) And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; * I am ill at these numbers] No talent for. Whilst this machine is to him] Belongs to, obeys his impulse; so long as he is "a sensible warm motion," M. for M. sphere, Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star," 4to. 1632. * prescripts 4tos. mourn. 4tos. ⚫ like 4to. This must not be: and then I precepts* gave her, с Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; And all we waile* for. KING. Do you think, 'tis this? QUEEN. It may be, very likely.* POL. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain know that,) That I have positively said, 'Tis so, When it prov'd otherwise? KING. Not that I know. POL. Take this from this, if this be otherwise: [Pointing to his Head and Shoulder. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed KING. How may we try it further? POL. You know, sometimes he walks four hours together, Here in the lobby. QUEEN. So he does, indeed. POL. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: a out of thy star] Is, as a constellation of a higher class or order. This is also the reading of the 4to. 1611. b Which done, she took the fruits of my advice ;] She took the fruits of advice when she obeyed advice, the advice was then made fruitful. JOHNSON.. e watch] Sleepless state. Be you and I behind an arras" then ; KING. But, tos. We will try it. Enter HAMLET, reading. QUEEN. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. POL. Away, I do beseech you, both away; I'll boord him presently:-O, give me leave. bord. 4tos. [Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. How does my good lord Hamlet? HAM. Well, god-'a-mercy. POL. Do you know me, my lord? HAM. Excellent, excellent well; you are a fishmonger. POL. Not I, my lord. HAM. Then I would you were so honest a man. * HAM. Ay, sir: to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of two thousand. POL. That's very true, my lord. HAM. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter? POL. I have, my lord. HAM. Let her not walk i'the sun: conception is behind an arras] Hangings of the room. See I. H. IV. Pr. Hen. II. 4. I'll boord him presently] Accost, address. See Tw. N. I. 3. Sir Tob, E ten, 4tos. read 4tos. * rogue 4tos. a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive,friend, look to't. (22) POL. How say you by that? [Aside.] Still harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not at first; he said, I was a fishmonger: He is far gone, far gone: and, truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again. What do you read, my lord? HAM. Words, words, words. POL. What is the matter, my lord? POL. I mean, the matter that you mean,* my lord. HAM. Slanders, sir: for the satirical slave* says here that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down: for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if like a crab, you could go back ward. POL Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAM. Into my grave? a POL. Indeed, that is out o'the air.-How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.-My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. how pregnant his replics] Big with meaning. We have "dull and unpregnant" at the end of this scene. Haml. "Quick and pregnant capacities." Puttenham's Arte of Poesie. p. 154. |