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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,

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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,

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And all we mourn for.
King.

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

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

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
King.

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

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Here in the lobby.

se my daughten waarmee se

Queen.

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.
Excellent

- 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.?

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Enter HAMLET, reading.

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

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[Exit Polonius. Guildenstern. My honoured lord !

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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.

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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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ACT II. SCENE II.
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
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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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