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. {To cast1 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. 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, 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 Are joyfully return'd. 40 King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, As it hath us'd to do-that I have found King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. 50 [Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit1 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;5 His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. King. Well, we shall sift him. Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and Welcome, my good friends!! Say, Voltimand, what from our brotherNorway?? Upon our first, he sent out to suppress 70 King. It likes us well; 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 expostulate 2 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 Receiv'd his love? 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: That she should lock herself from his resort, King 150 Do you think 't is this? That I have positively said ""Tis so," 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. 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? |