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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,
Before you visit him, to make inquiry
Of his behaviour.

Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you,

Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expence; and finding,
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my son, come you more nearer
Than your particular demands will touch it:
Take you, as 'twere, sone distant knowledge of him ;
As thus,--- I know his father, and his friends,
And, in purt, him ;---Do you mark this, Reynaldo?

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
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.

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.
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.

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

Rey. Ay, my lord,
I would know that.

Pol. 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.

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;
He choses with you thus:-I know the gentleman;
I saw him yesterday, or tother 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 windlaces, and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out:
So, by former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son : You have me, have you not ?

Rey. My lord, I have.
Pol. God be wi' you ; fare you well.
Rey. Good my lord, —
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Rey. I shall, my lord.
Pol. And let him ply his music.
Rey. Well, my lord.


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,
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?

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.


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

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