Hor. Oh day and night! but this is wondrous ftrange.
Ham. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heav'n and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philofophy. But come,
Here as before, never so help you mercy,
(How strange or odd foe'er I bear my self,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antick difpofition on)

That you at such time seeing me, never shall
With arms encumbred thus, or this head shake;
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase;
As well - we know-

Or, if we lift to speak

-or, we could, and if we would

or, there be and if there might---Or fuch ambiguous giving out to note, That you know ought of me; this do this do ye fwear. So grace and mercy at your most need help you. Swear.

Ghoft. Swear.

Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you;

And what so poor a man as Hamlet is,

May do t'express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack; let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips I pray.

The time is out of joint; oh cursed spight,
That ever I was born to fet it right.
Nay, come, let's go together.

[Exeunt.

ACT

G

ACT II. SCENE L

An Apartment in Polonius's house.

Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.

POLONIU S.

IVE him this mony, and these notes, Reynoldo.
Rey. I will, my lord.

Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good
Reynaldo,

Before you vifit him, to make inquiry

Of his behaviour.

Rey. My lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well said, very well faid. Look you, Șir,
Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expence? and finding
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my fon; come you more near;
Then your particular demands will touch it,
Take you, as 'twere some distant knowledge of him,
As thus
I know his father and his friends,

And in part him---- Do you mark this, Reynoldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.

Pol. And in part him but you may say ---- not well; But if't be he I mean, he's very wild;

Addicted so and fo ---- and there put on him

What forgeries you please; marry, none fo rank,
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;

But

But, Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and usual flips,
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.

Rey. As gaming, my lord

Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, Quarrelling, drabbing You may go fo far.

Rey. My lord, that would difhonour him.

Pol. Faith no, as you may feafon it in the charge; You must not put another scandal on him,

That he is open to incontinency,

That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo quaintly,

That they may seem the taints of liberty;

The flash and out-break of a fiery mind,

A savageness in unreclaimed blood

Of general affault.

Rey. But, my good lord

Pol. Wherefore fhould you do this?
Rey. Ay, my lord, I would know that.
Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift,
And I believe it is a fetch of wit.
You laying these flight fallies on my son,

As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working,

Mark you your party in converfe; him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes,

The youth you speak of guilty, be affur'd
He closes with you in this confequence;
Good Sir, or fo, or friend, or gentleman,
(According to the phrase or the addition,
Of man and country.)

Rey. Very good, my lord.

Pol. And then, Sir, does he this?

He do's ---- what was I about to say?

a

I was about to say something? where did I leave?

Rey. At closes in the consequence.

Pol. At clofes in the consequence ---- Ay marry,

He closes thus. I know the gentleman,

I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,

Or then, with such and such, and as you say,
There was he gaming, there o'ertook in's rowse,
There falling out at tennis; or perchance,

I saw him enter fuch a house of sale,
Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth-

See you now;

Your bait of falfhood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with affays of byas,
By indirections find directions out:
So by my former lecture and advice
Shall you my fon; you have me, have
Rey. My lord, I have.

Pol. God b'w'

you;

Rey. Good my lord

fare well.
you

you not?

Pol. Obferve his inclination in your self.

Rey. I fhall, my lord.

Pol. And let him ply his musick.

Rey. Well, my lord.

SCENE II.

Enter Ophelia.

Pol. Farewel. How now Ophelia, what's the matter?
Oph. Alas my lord, I have been so affrighted!
Pol. With what, in the name of heav'n?
Oph. My lord, as I was fowing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,
No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle,
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VOL. VI.

[Exit.

Pale

Pale as his shirt, 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.
Pol. Mad for thy love?

Oph. My lord, I do not know:

But truly I do fear it.

Pol. What faid he?

Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard,
Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
And with his other hand, thus o'er his brow,
He falls to fuch perufal of my face,

As he would draw it, Long time ftaid he fo;
At last, a little shaking of my arm,

And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He rais'd a figh, fo piteous and profound,
That it did feem to fhatter all his bulk,
And end his being. Then he lets me go,
And with his head over his fhoulder turn'd,
He feem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out-a-doors he went without their help,
And to the last, bended their light on me.

Pol. Come, go with me, I will go seek the King. This is the very ecftafie of love,

Whofe violent property foredoes it self,
And leads the will to defp'rate undertakings,
As oft as any paffion under heav'n,
That do's afflict our natures. I am forry;

What, have you giv'n him any hard words of late?

Oph. No, my good lord; but as you did command, I did repel his letters, and deny'd

His access to me.

Pol. That hath made him mad.