Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Rey. Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, sir, does he this, he doesWhat was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something: where did I leave? Rey. At "closes in the consequence," at "friend or so," and "gentleman." 53 Pol. At "closes in the consequence,"―ay, marry; 1 Fetch of warrant, warranted device. 2 Addition, title. He closes with you thus: "I know the gentle man; 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 's rouse, See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; And with a look so piteous in purpórt 81 My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. 3 Of reach, i.e. far-sighted. What said he? 10 So much from the understanding of himself, And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and humour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd [Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and Welcome, my good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? 5 The main, i.e. the main source. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress 70 [Gives a paper. That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. 79 And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. Pol. This business is well ended.] My liege, and madam,-to expostulate2 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,3 And tediousness the limbs and outward flour And pity 't is 't is true: a foolish figure; 101 But farewell it, for I will use no art. I have a daughter,-have whilst she is mine,— "To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia," 110 131 Pol. What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honourable. Pol. I would fain prove so. 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 winking, mute and dumb, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; 4 Perpend, consider. Ham. Well, God-a-mercy. What might you think? No, I went round1 to work, 139 And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: "Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star; This must not be:" and then I prescripts gave her, That she should lock herself from his resort, King 150 Do you think 't is this? That I have positively said ""T is so," King. Not that I know. Pol. [Pointing to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise: If circumstances lead me, I will find Ham. Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a blessing; but not as your daughter may conceive:-friend, look to 't. Pol. [Aside] How say you by that? 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. Pol. What is the matter, my lord? 193 Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. 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 which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. Pol. [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.-Will you walk out of the air, my lord? |