I'm sorry that with better 'heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he trifl'd And meant to wrack thee; but befhrew my jealousie; It seems it is as proper to our age, 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 close, might move SCENE III. The Palace. [Exeunt. Enter King, Queen, Rofincroffe, Guildenstern, lords King. W Moreover, that we much did long to fee you, ELCOME dear Rofincroffe and Guildenstern, The need we have to use you did provoke Refembles that it was. What it should be More than his father's death, that thus hath put him I cannot dream of. I entreat you both, That being of so young days brought up with him, Speed. Bbb 2 That That open'd lies 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 To fhew us so much gentry and good will, As to extend your time with us a while, Rof. Both your Majesties Might by the fovereign power you have of us, Guil. But we both obey, And here give up our ves in the full bent, To lay our fervice freely a King. Thanks, Rafince and gentle Guildenstern. Queen. Thanks, Guildenftern and gentle Rofincroffe; And I beseech you instantly to visit My too-much changed fon. Go fome of ye, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guil. Heav'ns make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Queen. Amen. Enter Polonius. [Exeunt Rof. and Guil. Pol. Th' ambaffadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. King. Thou still haft been the father of good news. 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 King. Oh speak of that, that I do long to hear. My news fhall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thy felf do grace to them, and bring them in. [Ex. Pol.. He tells me, my fweet Queen, that he hath found The head and scource of all your fon's distemper. Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death, and our o'er-hafty marriage.. Enter Polonius, Voltimand, and Cornelius. King. Well, we shall fift him. Welcome, my good friends! Say Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and defires. Upon our first, he fent out to fupprefs It was against your highness. Whereat griev❜d, រ With With an entreaty herein further fhewn, That it might please you to give quiet pass King. It likes us well; And at our more confider'd time we'll read, Mean time we thank you, for your well-took labour. Go to your reft, at night we'll feaft together. Most welcome home. Pol. This bufinefs is well ended. My liege and madam, to expoftulate Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I fwear I ufe no art at all: Mad let us grant him then; and now remains Or rather fay, the cause of this defect; [Exit Ambaf. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus ---- Perpend ---- well-look'd. Who Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath giv'n me this; now gather, and furmise. [He opens a letter, and reads.] To the celeftial, and my foul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia. That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase, beautified is a vile phrase; but fhall hear Thefe to her excellent white bofom, these -Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? you Pol. Good madam ftay a while, I will be faithful. Doubt thou, the stars are fire, Doubt, that the fun doth move; But never doubt, I love. 914 [Reading. Oh dear Ophelia, I am ill at thefe numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee beft, oh most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, moft dear lady, whilft this This in obedience hath my daughter fhewn me: As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. King. But how hath fhe 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 feen 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 Majefty your Queen here, think? If I had play'd the desk or table-book, Or given my heart working, mute and dumb, What might you think no, I went round to work, And |