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A worthy pioneer !-- Once more remove, good
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome,
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy!
How strange or odd so'er I bear myself,
As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet
To put an antick disposition on, -
at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As, Well, well, we know ; or, We could, an if we
or, If we list to speak; -or, There be, an if they might ; Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That
you know aught of me:-- This do you swear, So grace
and mercy at your most need help you ! Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. ( Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So gentle
men, With all
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,
Heaven willing, shall not lack. Let us go in to-
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint; O cursed spite !
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Rey.
naldo. 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
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris ;
And how, and who, what means, and where they
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, some distant knowledge of
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 mean, he's very wild ;
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-
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the
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.
But, my good lord,
Pol. Wherefore should you do this ?
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 soild i' the working,
Your party in converse,
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.
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 closes with you thus :- I know the gentleman ; I saw him yesterday, or ť 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 so forth. See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this
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.
Rey. Good my lord,
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Rey. I shail, my lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musick.
Well, my lord.
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 foul'd, 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?
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,
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,
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 with me; I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy 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 com-
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,