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Your bait of falfhood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with assays of byas,
By indirections find directions out:
So by my former lecture and advice
Shall you my son ; you have me, have you not?
Rey. My Lord, I have.
Pol. God b'w you; fare you well.
Rey. Good my Lord
Pol. Observe his inclination + /e'en your self.
Rey. I shall, my Lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musick.
Rey. Well, my Lord.
[Exit. S CE Ne II.
Pol. Farewel. How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?
Oph. Alas, my Lord, I have been so affrighted!
Pol. With what, in the name of heav'n?
Oph. My Lord, as I was sowing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,
No hat upon his head, his stockings loose,
Uungarter'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 loofed out of hell,
To speak of horrors; thus 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 time staid he so ;
At last, a little shaking of my arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He rais'd a figh, fo piceous 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 cut 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 ecstasie of love;
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desp'rate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heav'n,
That does affict 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 heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he tried And meant to wreck thee ; but beshrew my jealousie! It seems it is as proper to our age To cast beyond our selves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger fort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known, which being kept close, might move More grief to hide s'hate, than to utter love.' (Exeunt,"
5 than hate, to utter, love.
S si c EN E III.
Enter King, Queen, Rosincrofle, Guildenstern, Lords,
and other Attendants.
King. WElcome, dear Rosincrofle and Guildenstern!
Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need we have to use you did provoke
Our hafty sending. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation; so 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 entreat you both,
That being of so young days brought up with him,
And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour,
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our Court
Some little tiine, so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occasions you may glean,
If aught, to us unknown, afflicts him chus,
That open'd lyes within our remedy.
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you :
And sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To Thew us so much gentry and good will,
As to extend your time with us a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a King's remembrance.
Ref. Both your Majesties
Might by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.
Guil. But we both obey,
And here give up our felves in the full bent,
To lay our service freely at your feet.
King. Thanks, Rosincrosse and gentle Guildenstern.
Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosincroffe ;
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 Ros. and Guil, Queen. Amen.
Enter Polonius. Pol. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good Lord, Are joyfully return’d.
King. Thou still haft been the father of good news.
Pol. Have I, my Lord? affure you, my good Liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, Both to my God, and to my gracious Kings And I 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 I do long to hear.
Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thy self do grace to them, and bring them in.
[Exit Polonius. He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found The head and source of all your son's diftemper.
Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death, and our o'er-hafty marriage.
Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius. King. Well, we shall lift 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 suppress
His nephew's levies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack :
But better lookt into, he truly found
It was against your Highness. Whereat griev'd,
That so his sickness, age, and impotence
Was falsely born 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 entreaty, herein further shewn,
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprize !
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,
• And think upon an answer to this business.
Mean time we thank
your well-took labour.
Go to your rest, at night we'll feast cogether.
Most welcome home!
[Exeunt Ambas 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, lince brevity's the foul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief ; your noble fon is mad. Mad call I it ; for to define true madness,
What 6 Answer, and think upon this business,