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With all my love I do commend me to you :
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together ;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint ;-0 cursed spite !
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
SCENE I. Room in Polonius's House.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.
Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Rey-
Rey. I will, my lord.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey-
Before you visit him, to make inquiry
Of his behaviour.
My lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well said : very well said. Look you,
Inquire me first what Danskers 8 are in Paris ;
And how, and who, what means, and where they
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, some distant knowledge of him;
As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
And, in part, him ;-Do you mark this, Reynaldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Pol. And, in part, him ;-but, you may say, not
But, if't be he I
Addicted so and so ;-and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
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.
As gaming, my lord.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar-
relling, 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 9 in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.
But, my good lord,
Pol. Wherefore should
do this? Rey.
Ay, my lord, I would know that.
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,
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the prenominate' crimes,
The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur’d,
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.
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 conséquence.--Ay, marry; He closes with you thus : I know the gentleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other 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.
God be wi'
you; you well. Rey. Good my lord, Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey.
Well, my lord.
[Exit. Enter OPHELIA. Pol. Farewell !-How now, Ophelia ? what's the
matter ; Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so af
frighted! 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 3 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 ?
My lord, I do not know;
But, truly, I do fear it.
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,
3 Hanging down like fetters.
He falls to such perusal of my face,
As he would draw it. Long stay'd 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, 4
And end his 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
seek the king
This is the very ecstasy of love;
Whose violent property foredoes 5 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 con-
I did repel his letters, and denied
His access to me.
That hath made him mad.
I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment,
I had not quoted him : I fear’d, he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jea-
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 :