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I'm sorry that with better heed and judgment
I had not quoted him. I fear'd he trifld
And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousie;
It seems it is as proper to our age,
To cast beyond our selves in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.
This must be known, which being kept close, might move
More grief to hide, than hate to utter love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Palace.
Enter King, Queen, Rosincrosse, Guildenstern, lords

and other attendants.
ELCOME dear Rosincrosse and Guildenstern,

King. W Moreover, that we much did long to see you,

The need we have to use you did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Since not th’ exterior, nor the inward man
Resembles that it was. What it should be
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from th' understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of. I entreat you both,
That being of so young days brought up with him,
And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour,
That

rest here in our court
Some little time, so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occasions you may glean,
If ought, to us unkown, afflicts him thus,

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Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
And sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To shew us so much gentry and good will,
As to extend your time with us a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a King's remembrance.

Rof. Both your Majesties
Might by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than co entreaty.

Guil. But we both obey,
And here give up our lives in the full bent,
To lay our service freely ::.

King. Thanks, Rfincw ? and gentle Guildenstern.

Queen. Thanks, Guildenslern and gentle Rosincrofle;
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too-much changed son. Go some of ye,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

Guil. Heav’ns make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and helpful to him!

(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. Queen. Amen.

Enter Polonius.
Pol. Th'ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Are joyfully return’d.

King. Thou still hast been the father of good news.

Pol. Have I, my lord ? assure you, my good liege,
I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
Both to my God, and to my gracious King;
And I do think (or else this brain of mine

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cause of Hamlets lunacy. King. Ob speak of that, that I do long to hear.

Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

King. Thy self do grace to them, and bring them in. [Ex. Pol. He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found The head and scource of all your son's distemper.

Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death, and our o'er-hasty marriage.

S CE N E IV.

Enter Polonius, Voleimand, and Cornelius.
King. Well, we shall lift him. Welcome, my good friends!
Say Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?

Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires.
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies, which to him appear’d
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack:
But better lookt into, he truly found
It was against your highness. Whereat griev’d,
That so his sickness, age, and impotence
Was falsely born in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys,
Receives rebuke from Norway; and in fine,
Makes vow before his uncle, never more
To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
And his commission to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack:

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With an entreaty herein further shewn,
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprize
On such regards of safety and allowance,
As therein are set down.

King. It likes us well;
And at our more consider'd time we'll read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Mean time we thank you, for your well-took labour.
Go to your rest, at night we'll feast together.
Most welcome home.

[Exit Ambas
Pol. This business is well ended.
My liege and madam, to expostulate
What Majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
Therefore, since brevity's the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief; your noble son is mad.
Mad call I it; for to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
But let that go.

Queen. More matter, with less art.

Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all:
That he is mad 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
And pity, it is true; a foolish figure,
Buc farewel it; for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him then; and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect;
For this effect defective, comes by cause,
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus ---- Perpend.
I have a daughter; have, whilst she is mine,

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Who in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath giv’n me this; now gather, and surmise.

[He opens a letter, and reads.] To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the moft beautified Ophelia. That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase, beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear These to her excellent white bofom, these -

Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ?
Pol. Good madam stay a while, I will be faithful.
Doubt thou, the stars are fire,

[Reading
Doubt, that the fun doth move ;
Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt, I love. Oh dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee beft, ob moft best, believe it.

Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilf this

Machine is to him, Hamlec
This in obedience hath my daughter shewn me:
And more above, hath his follicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.

King. But how hath she receiv’d his love?
Pol. What do you think of me?
King. As of a man, faithful and honourable.

Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think?
When I had seen his hot love on the wing,
(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,
Or given my heart working, mute and dumb,
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight,
What might you think? no, I went round to work,

And

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