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That euer I was borne to set it right.
Nay come, lets goe together.


Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.

Pol. Giue him this mony, and these two * notes Reynaldo.
Rey. I will my lord.

Pol. You shall do maruelous wisely good Reynaldo,
Before you visite him, to make inquire,
Of bis behauiour.

Rey. My lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Mary well said, very well said ; looke you sir,
Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris.
And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
What company, at what expence, and finding,
By this encompasment, and drift of question
That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
Take you as t'were some distant knowledge of him,
As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo ?

Rey. I, very well my lord.

Pol. And in part him, but you may say, not well,
But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
Addicted so and so, and there put on him
What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
As may dishonour him, take heed of that,
But fir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall nips,
As are companions noted and most knowne
To youth and libertie.

Rey. As gaming my lord.

Pol. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so farro.

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Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.

Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.
You must not put another scandall on him,
That he is open to incontinency,
That's not my meaning, but breath his faults so quently
That they may seeme the taints of liberty,
The flash and out-breake of a fiery mind,
A sauagenes in vnreclamed blood,
Of generall assault.

Rey. But my good lord.
Pol. Wherfor should you doe this?
Rey. I my lord, I would know that.

Pol. Marry fir, heer's my drift,
And I beleeue it is a ferch of wit,
You laying these night fullies * on my sonne
As t'were a thing a little foyld with working,
Marke you, your party in conuerse, him you would sound
Hauing euer seene in the prenominat crimes
The youth you breath of guilty, be assur’d
He closes with you in this cosequence,
Good sir, (or so,) or friend, or gentleman,
According to the phrase, or the addition
Of man and country.

Rey. Very good my lord.

Pol. And then fir doos a this, a doos: what was I about to say? By the masse I was about to say something, Where did I leaue ?

Rey. At closes in the consequence.

Pol. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
He closes thus, I know the gentleman
I fay him yesterday, or th’other day.
Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say,
There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,

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There falling out at tennis, or perchance
I saw him enter such or * such a house of fale,
Videlizet, a brothell, or fo foorth, fee you now,
Your bait of fallhood : take this carpe of truth,
And thus doe we of wisdome, and of reach,
With wiodlesses : and with allaics of bias,
By indirects + find directions out,
So by my former lecture and aduise
Shall you my sonne ; you haue me, haue you not?

Rey. My lord, I haue.
Pol. God buy yee, far yee well.
Rey. Good my lord.
Pol. Obferue his inclination in your felfe.
Rey. I shall my lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musique.
Rey. Well my lord.

Exit Rey.

Enter Ophclia.

Polo. Farwell. How now Ophelia, whats the matter?
Ophe. O my lord, my lord, I haue beene so affrighted,
Polo. With what i'th name of God?

Ophe. My lord, as I was fowing in my closet,
Lord Hamlct with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled,
Vngartred, and downe gyred to his ankle,
Pale as his mirt, his knces knocking each other,
And with a looke so pittious in purport
As if he had beene loosed out of hell
To speake of horrors, he comes before me.

Polo. Mad for thy loue ?

Ophe. My lord I do not know,
But truly I doe feare it.
Polo. What said he?
and indirections. Igyved.


Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard, Then goes he to the length of all his arme, And with his other hand thus ore his brow, He falls to such perusall of my face As a would draw it; long stayd he fo, At last, a little shaking of mine arme, And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe, He raised a sigh so pittious and profound, As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke, And end his being; that done, he lets me go, And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He feem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out a doores he went without their helps, And to the last bended their light on ine.

Pol. Come, goe with me, I will goe feeke the king, This is the very extacy of loue, Whose violent property forgoes * it selfe, And leads the will to desperat vndertakings As oft as any passions vnder heauen That dooes afflict our natures : I am sorry, What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late ?

Ophe. No my good lord, but as you did commaund I did repell his letters: and denied His accefle to me.

Pol. That hath made him mad. I am sorry, that with better heede and iudgement I had not coted + him, I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee, but berhrow my ielousie By heauen it is as proper to our age To cast beyond our selues in our opinions, As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion ; come, goe we to the king,

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This must be knowne, which beeing kept close, might mode
More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue,


Florish. Enter King and Queene, Rosencraus and Guyldensterne.

King. Welcome deere Rosencraus and Guyldensterne,
Moreouer, that we much did long to see you, .
The need we haue to vse you did prouoke
Our hasty sending, something have you heard
Of Hamlets transformation, so call it,
Sith nor th'exterior, nor the inward man
Resembles that it was, what it should be,
More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him,
So much from the'vnderstanding of himselfe
I cannot dreame of : I entreat you both,
That beeing of so young daies brought vp with him,
And fith so neighbored to his youth and hauior,
That you voutsafe


rest heere in our court
Some little time, so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occasion you may gleane,
Whether ought to vs vnknowne afflicts him thus,
That opend lies within our remedy.

Quee. Good gentlemen, he hath much talkt of you,
And sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whome he more adheres, if it will please you,
To thew vs so much gentry and good will,
As to extend t your time with vs a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receiue such thankes
As fits a kings remembrance,

Rof. Both your maiesties
Might by the soueraigne power you haue of vs,
+ expend.



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