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SCENE I. Hamlet ha low put on his counterfeit madness. He visits Ophelia in this “ antio gaise," and the affrighted maiden narrates to her father the circumstances attending nis visit.
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Pol. Mad for thy love ?
My lord, I do not know ;
What said he ?
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command,
That hath made him mad.
SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle. Enter King, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants.
King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need, we have to use you, did provoke
you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you ;
Both your majesties
But we both obey ;
King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
Queen. And I beseech you instantly to visit
King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear, I use nɔ art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect; For this effect, defective, comes by cause ; Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. I have a daughter ; have, while she is mine ; Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this : Now gather, and surmise. -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 eccellent white bosom, these, &c.Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.- [Reads.
Doudi thou, the stars are fire ;
Doubt, that the sun doth move;
But never doubt, I love.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, Hamlet
But how hath she
What do you think of me?
Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Do you think, 'tis this ?
Pol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain know that,)
Not that I know.
[Pointing to his head and shoulder.
How may we try it further ?
So he does, indeed.
We will try it.
Enter HAMLET, reading. Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Pol. Away, I do beseech
you, both away ; I'll board him presently :-0, give me leave.
[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, and Attendants. How does my good lord Hamlet ?
Ham. Excellent well.
Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Pol. That's very true, my
lord. Ham. For if the sun' breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god, kissing carrion,Have you a daughter ?
leave of you.
Pol. (Aside.] Still harping on my daughter —yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger : He is far gone, far gone : and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love: very near this. I'll speak to him again.—What do you read, my lord ?
Ham. Words, words, words !
Ham. Slanders, sir : for the satirical rogue says here, that old men have gray beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hord it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could
backward. Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my lord ?
Ham. Into my grave ?
Pol. Indeed, that is out o' the air.—How pregnant soinetimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.—My honorable lord, I will most humbly take my
Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal ; except my life, except my life, except my life.
Pol. Fare you well, my lord.
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
[Èxit POLONIUS. Guil. My honor'd lord ! Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern ? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? What news ?
Ros. None, my lord; but that the world's grown honest.
Ham. Then is doomsday near : But your news is not true. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore ?
Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation ? Come, come; deal justly with me: come, come ; nay, speak.
Guil. What should we say, my lord ?
Ham. Any thing—but to the purpose. You were sent for ; and „here is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to color: 'I know, the good king and queen have sent for you.