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And meant to wreck thee ; but, beshrew my jea
lousy! 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: This must be known; which, being kept close,
might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. Come.
A Room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDEX
STERN, and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guilden
stern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need, we have to use you, did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it, Since not the 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 the understanding of himself, I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That, -being of so young days brought up with And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu.
mour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time: so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, That, open'd, lies within our remedy. I
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much, talk'd of
you; And, sure I
two men there are not living, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry, and good will, As to expend your time with us awhile, For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Ros.
Both your majesties
But we both obey;
King, Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden-
crantz: And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. -Go, some of you And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guild. Heavens make our presence, and our
practices, Pleasant and helpful to him ! Queen.
Ay, amen! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN,
and some Attendants.
Énter POLONIUS. Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good,
lord, Are joyfully return'd. King. Thou still hast been the father of good
8 Utmost exertion.
Pol. Have I, my lord ? Assure you, my good
King. O, speak of that: that do I long to hear.
Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors ; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
[Exit POLONIUS. He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper.
Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main;
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 look'd into, he truly found It was against your highness: Whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence, Was falsely 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 the assay of arms against your majesty, Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
* Imposed on
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee;
[Gives a Paper.
It likes us well :
your well-took labour : Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: Most welcome home!
[Exeunt VoLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. Poi.
This business is well ended:
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.-
I have a daughter; have, while she is mine;
To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia, That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase ; beautified is a vile phrase ; but you shall hear. Thus :
In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.
Doubt thou, the stars are fire ; [Reads.
Doubt, that the sun doth move :
But never doubt, I love. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans ; but that I love the best, 0 most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, Hamlet.
'This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me:
But how hath she
What do you think of me?
But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me,) what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk, or table-book; Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;