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SCENE I.--- A Room in Polonius's House.
Enter Polonius and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Pol. And, in part, him ;---but, you may say, not well : But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; Addicted so and so ;---and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
Rey. As gaming, my lord.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing :-You may go so far.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. ’Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge.
Rey. But, my good lord,—
Rey. Ay, my lord,
Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift;
According to the phrase, or the addition,
Rey. 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 some something :—Where did I leave!
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Pol. At, closes in the consequence,- Ay, marry;
Rey. My lord, I have.
Enter Ophelia. Pol. Farewell !-How now, Ophelia? what's the mat
ter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted ! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Pol. Mad for thy love?
Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it.
Pol. 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 staid 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 bis being: That done, he lets 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 ecstacy 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 command, I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me.
Pol. That hath made him mad. I am sorry, that with better need and judgment, I had not quoted him: I fear'd, 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.
SCENE II.- A Room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, RoseNCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN,
and attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guilden
stern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need, we have to use you, did provoke