Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is May do t'exprefs his love and friending to you, And fill your fingers on your lips I pray. Pal. ACT II SCENE I [Exeunt. and thefe notes, Reynolds, Rey. I will, my Lord. Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Reynoldo, Of his behaviour. Rey. My Lord, I did intend it. Pal. Marry, well faid, very well faid. Look you, Sir, Enquire me fint what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, ་ -not well; What forgeries you pleafe; marry, none fo rank, Rey. As gaming, my Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, wa K Quarrelling, drabbing.- You may go fo far. That he is open to incontinency, That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo quaintly,` That they may feem the taints of liberty; The flash and out-break of a fiery mind, A favageness in unreclaimed blood Of general affault. Rey. But, my good Lord Pol. Wherefore fhould you do this? You laying these flight fullies on my fon, As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i' th' working, Mark you your party in converfe, him you would found; Rey. Very good, my Lord. Pol. And then, Sir, does he this He does 1 - what was I about to say? I was about to fay fomething, where did I leave ? Pol. At clofes in the confequence- Ay marry, Or then, with fuch and fuch, and, as you fay, By By indirections find directions out : So by my former lecture and advice Shall you my fon; you have me, have you not? Pol. God b' w' you; fare you well. Rey. Good my Lord Pol. Obferve his inclination e'en your felf, Rey. I fhall, my Lord. Pol. And let him ply his mufick. Rey. Well, my Lord. SCENE II. Enter Ophelia. [Exit. Pol. Farewel. How now, Ophelia, what's the matter? Opb. Alas, my Lord, I have been fo affrighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heav'n? Opb. My Lord, as I was fowing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, No hat upon his head, his ftockings loose, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle, Pale as his fhirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To speak of horrors; thus he comes before me, Oph. My Lord, I do not know: But truly I do fear it. Pol. What faid he? 1 Opb. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard, And with his other hand, thus o'er his brow, As he would draw it. Long time ftaid he fo; 1 Pol, Pol. Come, go with me, I will go feek the King. This is the very ecftafie of love; Whofe violent property foredoes it felf, And leads the will to defp'rate undertakings, I am forry; What, have you giv'n him any hard words of late? His accefs to me. Pol. That hath made him mad. I'm forry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he trifled And meant to wreck thee; but befhrew my jealoufie! To caft beyond our felves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger fort To lack difcretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known, which being kept clofe, might move More grief to hide hate, than to utter love. SCENE III. The Palace. [Exeunt. Enter King, Queen, Rofincroffe, Guildenftern, Lords and other Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rofincroffe and Guildenstern! That being of fo young days brought up with him, That That open'd lyes within our remedy. Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you: And fure I am, two men there are not living, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you Might by the fovereign power you have of us, Guil, But we both obey, And here give up our felves in the full bent, King. Thanks, Rofincroffe and gentle Guildenstern. My too much changed fon. Go fome of ye, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guil. Heav'ns make our prefence and our practices Pleafant and helpful to him! [Exeunt Rof. and Guil, Queen. Amen. Enter Polonius. Pol. Th' ambaffadors from Norway, my good Lord, Are joyfully return'd. King. Thou ftill haft been the father of good news. Pol. Have I my Lord? affure you, my good Liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my foul, Both to my God, and to my gracious King; And I do think (or elfe this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy fo fure As I have us'd to do) that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. King. Oh fpeak of that, that I do long to hear, My news fhall be the fruit to that great feaft. King. Thy felf do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius. |