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Pol. And let him ply his music.
Rey. Well, my Lord.


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,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrace'd,
No hat upon his head, his stockings loose,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyred to his ancle ;
Fale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a look fo piteous in purport,
As if he had been loosed out of hell,
To speak of horrors; thus he comes before me.

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;
And with his other hand, thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face,
As he would draw it. Long tiine staid he so ;
At last, a little thaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He rais'd a figh, so piteous and profound,
That it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
And end his being. Then 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 help,
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 forgoes itself,
And leads the will to desp’rate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heav'n,
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry;
What, have you giv'n him any hard words of late?
Oph. No, my good Lord; but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters, and deny'd
His access to me.

Pol. That hath made him mad.
I'm sorry, that with better speed and judgment
I had not noted him. I fear'd he trifled,
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


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,


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For the supply and profit of our hope *
Your visitation shall receive such thanks,
As fits a King's remembrance.

Rof. Both your Majestics
Might, by the sov'reign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to intreaty.

Guil. But we both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent t, .
To lay our service freely at your feet.

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,
His father's death, and our o'er-hafty marriage.

* hote, for purpoe.
+ bent, for endenivour, ap lication,

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.
Upon our first, he sent out to fuppress
His nephew's levies, which to him appear’d
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack:
But, better look'd into, he truly found :
It was against your Higliness: whereat griev'd,
That fo his fickness, age, and impotence
Was falfely borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortinbras ; which he, in brief, obeys ;
Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine,
Makes vow before his uncle, never more
To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee;
And his commission to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack:
With an intreaty, herein further shewn,
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprise,
On such regards of safety and allowance,
As therein are set down..

King. It likes us well ;
And at our more consider'd time we'll read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Mean time, we thank


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..

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o I will be brief: your noble son is mad.
• Mad, call I it: for, to define true madness,
« What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?
6. But let that go.
Queen. More matter, with less art.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all:
6. That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
And pity’tis, 'tis true; a foolish figure;
“ But farewel it; for I will use no art.
“ Mad let us grant him then ; and now remains
" That we find ont the cause of this effect,
" Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
" For this effect, defective, comes by cause;
« Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

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 ?
Pol. Good Madam, stay a while, I will be faithful.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, [Reading

Doubt that the fun doth move ;
Doubt truth to be a lyur,

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?


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