A worthy pioneer !-- Once more remove, good
friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous
strange! 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. But come; 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, - That you,
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 would ;
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
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, Heaven willing, shall not lack. Let us go in to-
gether ; 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.
[Ereunt.
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
naldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey.
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
keep, 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
well: But, if 't be he I mean, he's very wild ; Addicted so and so ; - and there put on him
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What forgeries you please ; marry, none so rank As may
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. Rey.
As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar-
relling. 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
quaintly, 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. Rey.
But, my good lord, Pol. Wherefore should you do this ? Rey.
Ay, my lord, I would know that. Pol.
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, Mark
you, Your party in converse,
him you
would sound, 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. Rey.
Very good, my lord. Pol. And then sir, does he this, - He does
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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
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. Pol.
Then; fare
you
well. Rey. Good my lord, Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shail, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey.
Well, my lord.
[Exit.
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? 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 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-
mand, I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me. Pol.
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,
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