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Addicted so and so;—and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips,
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.

As gaming, my lord.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar-

Drabbing:-You may go so far.

Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the

You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency;
That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so

That they may seem the taints of liberty:
The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;
A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.

But, my good lord,-
Pol. Wherefore should you do this?

Ay, my lord,
I would know that.

Marry, sir, here's my drift; And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: You laying these slight sullies on my son, As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'the working,

Mark you,

Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen, in the prenominate crimes,

The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assurd,
He closes with you in this consequence;
Good sir, or so; or friend, or gentleman, -
According to the phrase, or the addition,
Of man, and country.

Very good, my lord. .
Pol. And then, sir, does he this,--He does
What was I about to say?-_By the mass, I was about
to say something :- Where did I leave?

Rey. At, closes in the consequence.

Pol. At, closes in the consequence,- Ay, marry;
He closes with you thus:--I know the gentleman;
I saw him yesterday, or t’other day,
Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
There was he gaming; there o’ertook in his rouse;
There falling out at tennis: or, perchance,
I saw him enter such a house of sale,
(Videlicet, a brothel,) or so forth.-
See you now;
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses, and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out;
So, by my former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son: You have me,

Rey. My lord, I have.
God be wi’you; fare you

Rey. Good my lord,-
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Rey. I shall, my lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musick.

Well, my lord. [Erit.

me, have

have you


Enter Ophelia. Pol. Farewel!—How now, Ophelia? what's the

matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so af

frighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?

Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet,—with his doublet all unbrac'd;
No hat upon his head; his stockings fould,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
And with a look so piteous in purport,
As if he had been loosed out of hell,
To speak of horrors,- he comes before me.

Pol. Mad for thy love?

My lord, I do not know;
But, truly, I do fear it.

What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm; And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face, As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; At last,-a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,-He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being: That done, he let's me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn’d, He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;

; For out o'doors he went without their helps,

And, to the last, bended their light on me.

Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy of love;
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven,
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,
What, have you given him any hard words of late?
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did com-

I did repel his letters, and deny'd
His access to me.

That hath made him mad.
I am sorry, that with better heed, and judgment,
I had not quoted him: I fear', he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
It seems, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
This must be known; which, being kept close,

might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. Come.




Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern,

and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guil

Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need, we have to use you, did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you

Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Since nor the exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was : What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put

him So much from the understanding of himself, I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That,-being of so young days brought up with

him : And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu

mour, That you

vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time: so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, That, open’d, lies within our remedy. Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of

you; And, sure I am, two men there are not living,

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