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Rosencrantz. He does confess he feels himself distracted;
But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Guildenstern. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,

When we would bring him on to some confession

Of his true state.

Queen.

Did he receive you well?

Rosencrantz. Most like a gentleman.

Guildenstern. But with much forcing of his disposition.

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Rosencrantz. Niggard of question, but of our demands slowin Most free in his reply.

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Rosencrantz. Madam, it so fell out that certain players
We o'er-raught on the way; of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it. They are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.

Polonius.

'Tis most true;

And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties

To hear and see the matter.

King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me

To hear him so inclin'd.

Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Rosencrantz. We shall, my lord.

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Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, Everetty
That he, as 't were by accident, may here

Affront Ophelia.

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Her father and myself, lawful espials, exfials that are
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,

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And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If 't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.

Queen.

I shall obey you.—

And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

That your good beauties be the happy cause

Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.

Ophelia.

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Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen..
Polonius. Ophelia, walk you here.-Gracious, so please you,

We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book; flue
That show of such an exercise may colour

Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this

"T is too much prov'd—that with devotion's visage to frequently
And pious action we do sugar o'er

The devil himself.

King. [Aside] O, 't is too true!

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Polonius. I hear him coming; let 's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt King and Polonius.

Enter HAMLET.

Hamlet. To be, or not to be,—that is the question :
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die,-to sleep,-

Nothing wore No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation ending.

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To sleep! perchance to dream! ay, there's the rub; unfediment
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When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Turmoil, the body
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life; resideration, motive. The
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
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The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

Actual cour And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia !-Nymph, in thy orisons.
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Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
Hamlet. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
Ophelia. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;

I pray you, now receive them.

Hamlet.

I never gave you aught.

No, not I;

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Ophelia. My honour'd lord, I know right well you did;
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There, my lord.

Hamlet. Ha, ha! are you honest?

Ophelia. My lord?

Hamlet. Are you fair?

Ophelia. What means your lordship?

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Hamlet. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Your honour (vrative) Struct so corapul of your bantay Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce tercours than with honesty?

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Hamlet. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Ophelia. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet. You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it I loved you not. we shall retain it.

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Ophelia. I was the more deceived.

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Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where 's your father?

Ophelia. At home, my lord.

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Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell.

Ophelia. [Aside] O, help him, you sweet heavens !

Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou I charity" shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go; farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.

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Ophelia. [Aside] O heavenly powers, restore him! Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's misname creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go you to, I'll no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will reactialy have no more marriages: those that are married already, all you do but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are.

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The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! the ambires.
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
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To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Enter KING and POLONIUS.

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King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; feelings, in

Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

Was not like madness. There's something in his soul

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