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Pol. And let him ply his music.
SCENE II. Enter Ophelia. Pol. Farewel. How 110w, Ophelia, what's the mat
ter ? Oph. Alas, my Lord, I have been fo affrighted ! Pol. With what, in the name of heav'n?
Oph. My Lord, as I was fewing in my closet,
Poi. 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;
Pol. Come, go with me, I will go seek the King
Pol. That hath made him mad.
fort To lack discretion. Come; go we to the King. This must be known ; which, being kept close, might
More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Changes to the palace. Enter King, Queen, Rosincrantz, Guildenstern, Lords,
and other Attendants. King. Welcome,dear Rofincrantz and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you, did provoke Our hasty sending. Something you have heard. Of Hamlet's transformation ; fo I call it, Since not th’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 th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I intreat-you both, That being of fo young days brought up with him, And since fo neighbour'd to his youth and 'haviour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; fo by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, So much as from occafions you may glean, If aught, to us unknown, afiliâs 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 To whoin he more adheres. If it will please you To shew us fo much gentry * and good-will, As to extend your time with us a while, gentry, for complaisance,
For the supply and profit of our hope *
Rof. Both your Majestics
Guil. But we both obey,
King. Thanks, Rosincrantz and gentle Guildenstern:
Queen. Thanks Guildenstern and gentle Rofincrantz. And I beseech you, instantly to visit My too much changed son. Go fome of ye, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Guil. Heav'ns make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! [Exeunt Rof. and Guil. Queen. Amen
Enter Polonius. Pol. Th'ambaffadors from Norway, my good Lord, Are joyfully return'd.
King. Thou still has been the father of good news.
Pol. Have I, my Lord? assure you, my good Liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, Both to my God, and to my gracious King; And do think, (or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As I have us’d to do), that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
King: Oh, speak of that, that do I long to hear.
Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors : My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
[Exit Pol, He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found. The head and fource of all your son's distemper.
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main,
* hote, for purpoe.
SCENE S C Ε Ν Ε IV. Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand, and Cornelius, King. Well, we shall fift him.- Welcome, my
good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
Volt. Most fair return of greetings and desires.
King. It likes us well ;
for your well-took labour. Go to your relt; at night we'll fealt together. Most welcome home!
[Exit Ambaf: Pol. This business is well ended. “ My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate * ". What majesty should be, what duty is, " Why day is day, night night, and time is time, “ Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. " Therefore, since brevity's the soul of wit, “ And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
to expoftulate, for to inquire or discuss..
o I will be brief: your noble son is mad.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all:
pend. “ I have a daughter; liave, whilst she is mine; “ Who in her duty and obedience, mark, “ Hath giv'n me this; now gather, and furmise.
He opens a letter, and reads. To the celestial, and any foul's idol, the most beatified Ophelia.—That's an ill phrafe, a vile phrase : beatified is a vile phrase ; but you fall hear these to her excellent white bofom, thefe.
Queun. Came this from Hamlet to her ?
Doubt thou the stars are fire, [Reading
Doubt that the fun doth move ;
But never doubt I love. Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon ny groans; but that I love thee beft, oh most beft, believe it. Adieu. Tbine ever more, most dear Lady, whilft
this machine is to him, HAMLET. This in obedience hath my daughter shewn me : And, more above, hath his folicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. King. But how hath she receiv'd his love?