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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, call lead nap?
Creived at Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Trecce Lee
Or look'd upon this love with idle şight, asyut to make and

... draud. directly what might you think? No, I went round to work,

0,1 went round to work, Araitly arrester

And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: mínus 110 a elas.
Lord Hamlet is. a prince, out of thy star; Put the red enten
This must not be :' and then I precepts gave her, internet
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; She toode wy ad
And he, repulsed-a short tale to make
epulsed a short tale to make -

youred the Ensequences.

San Lorena (Götelj tacy Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,

aléré is see teada slarfien atce Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, recond.

Thence to a lightness, and by this declension
Into the madness wherein now he raves,

And all we mourn for.

Do you think 't is this?
Queen. It may be, very likely.
Polonius. Hath there been such a time -I'd fain know

That I have positively said ''T is so,'
When it prov'd otherwise ?

Not that I know.
Polonius. [Pointing to his head and shoulder] Take this

from this, if this be otherwise.
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre. Ste rentre The Carthu the currenera

How may we try it further ?
Polonius. You know, sometimes he walks four hours to-

Here in the lobby.

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So he does indeed.
Polonius. At such a time I 'll loose my daughter to him:
Be you and I behind an arras then; the teperty many inze.
Mark the encounter: if he love her not, wires wres et
And be not from his reason fallen thereon,

dite prate well
Let me be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm and carters.
· King.

We will try it.

- Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes
out. reading.

Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away;
I'll board him presently.- "kbrantes her cua cha wawarta

[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.?


Enter HAMLET, reading.

O, give me leave; 170
How does my good Lord Hamlet ?

Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy.
Polonius. Do you know me, my lord ?
Hamlet. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Polonius. Not I, my lord.
Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Polonius. Honest, my lord !

Hamlet. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
one man picked out of ten thousand.

Polonius. That 's very true, my lord.

Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, imeans Zanta being a good kissing carrion,- Have you a daughter? doza

· Polonius. I have, my lord. Bei Should use pstietty Tecmeling audry Hamlet. Let her not walk i’ the sun conception is a bless

iero tenemos en curren: burrina ing; but not as your daughter may conceive.-Friend, look to 't.

What dogue wees by head What doen Polonius. [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on by Siret my daughter : yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a liar, fishmonger; he is far gone, far gone : and truly in my youth

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i suffered much extremity for love ; very near this. I 'll
speak to him again.--What do you read, my lord ? 191

Hamlet. Words, words, words.
kojiet watter Polonius. What is the matter, my lord ?

Hamlet. Between who?
Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Hamlet. Slanders, sir ; for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled,
their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that is
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; Recer
for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you 0.0
could go backward. 8 Ao comes to morate boeken . . got

Polonius. [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is no method in 't.—Will you walk out of the air, my lord ?

Hamlet. Into my grave ?

Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' the air. - [Aside] How copt, ready pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often weitere madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so pros. Never in Mee perously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly m echasily neodinu .

contrive the means of meeting between him and my daugh-
ter.— My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave
of you.

Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I
will more willingly part withal ; except my life, except my
life, except my life.

Polonius. Fare you well, my lord.
Hamlet. These tedious old fools !

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Polonius. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
Rosencrantz. [To Polonius] God save you, sir !


[Exit Polonius. Guildenstern. My honoured lord !


Rosencrantz. My most dear lord !

Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern ?-Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. avergi

Guildenstern. Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.

Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe?
Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord.

Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle
of her favours ? What 's the news ?

Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. a parler Tuces y Cotre ri Thea lucrat caused anca

Hamlet. Then is doomsday near ; but your news is not true. Let me question more in particular; what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?

Guildenstern. Prison, my lord !
Hamlet. Denmark 's a prison.

Rosencrantz. Then is the world one.
Flows f corfnew Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines,

wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.

Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord.

Hamlet. Why, then 't is none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.

Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one ; 't is too narrow for your mind.

249 Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow,


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en beggars who have altue wealt mo akebitions are really the only substances in the world.

Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and
light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs
and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to
the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. ary as told 261

Rosencrantz. We'll wait upon you.
Guildenstern. S

Hamlet. No such matter : I will not sort you with the rest

of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I familiar, am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of wwww friendship, what make you at Elsinore?erved (fehl. Let me ad uudne

en vesin". TS. Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord ; no other occasion.

Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you : and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, come ; nay, speak. te it an vich y your iron acero Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord ?

Hamlet. Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good king and queen have sent for you.

Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord ?

Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our contento

youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by fee a lume slos what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, a man who guest faher be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for, or Cancel put no? Straghe fuward, plain brest,


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Celtes do Rosencrantz. (Aside to Guildenstern) What say you ?

Hamlet. [Aside] Nay, then I have an eye of you. — If you love me, hold not off.

Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for.

Hamlet. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation pre Retiefale vent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king and queen

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