That euer I was borne to fet it right.

Nay come, lets goe together.

Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.

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Exeunt.

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

Pol. You fhall do maruelous wifely good Reynaldo, Before you visite him, to make inquire,

Of his behauiour.

Rey. My lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Mary well faid, very well faid; looke you fir, Enquire me firft what Danskers are in Paris.

And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe, What company, at what expence, and finding,

By this encompafment, and drift of question

That they doe know my fonne, come you more neerer
Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
Take you as t'were fome diftant 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 fay, not well,
But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
Addicted fo and fo, and there put on him
What forgeries you please, marry none fo ranck
As may difhonour him, take heed of that,
But fir, fuch wanton, wild, and vfuall flips,
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 farre.

two omitted.

Rey.

Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.

Pol. Fayth as you may feafon 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 fo quently
That they may feeme the taints of liberty,

The flash and out-breake of a fiery mind,
A fauagenes in vnreclamed blood,
Of generall affault.

Rey. But my good lord.

Pol. Wherfor fhould you doe this?
Rey. I my lord, I would know that.
Pol. Marry fir, heer's my drift,

And I beleeue it is a fetch of wit,

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You laying these flight fullies on my fonne

As t'were a thing a little foyld with working,

Marke you, your party in conuerfe, him you would found
Hauing euer feene in the prenominat crimes

The youth you breath of guilty, be affur'd

He closes with you in this cofequence,
Good fir, (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 fir doos a this, a doos: what was I about to say? By the maffe I was about to fay fomething,

Where did I leaue ?

Rey. At clofes in the confequence.

Pol. At clofes in the confequence, I marry,

He closes thus, I know the gentleman

I fay him yesterday, or th'other day.

Or then, or then, with fuch or fuch, and as you say,
There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,

There falling out at tennis, or perchance
I faw him enter fuch or such a house of fale,
Videlizet, a brothell, or fo foorth, fee you now,
Your bait of falfhood: take this carpe of truth,
And thus doe we of wifdome, and of reach,
With windleffes: and with affaics of bias,
By indirects find directions out,

So by my former lecture and aduife

Shall you my fonne; you haue me, haue you not?
Rey. My lord, I haue.

Pol. God buy yee, far ycc well.

Rey. Good my lord.

Pol. Obferue his inclination in your felfe.

Rey. I fhall my lord.

Pol. And let him ply his mufique.

Rey. Well my lord.

Enter Ophelia.

Exit Rey

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

Ophe. My lord, as I was fowing in my 'cloffet,
Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,

No hat vpon his head, his ftockins fouled,

Vngartred, and downe gyred ‡ to his ankle,
Pale as his fhirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a looke fo pittious in purport

As if he had beene loofed out of hell
To fpeake 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 faid he?

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įgyved.

Ophe.

Ophe. He tooke me by the wrift, 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 fuch perufall of my face

As a would draw it; long ftayd he fo,
At laft, a little fhaking of mine arme,

And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe,
He raised a figh fo pittious and profound,

As it did feeme to fhatter all his bulke,
And end his being; that done, he lets me go,
And with his head ouer his fhoulders 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 me.

Pol. Come, goe with me, I will goe feeke the king, This is the very extacy of loue,

Whofe violent property forgoes it felfe,
And leads the will to defperat vndertakings
As oft as any paffions vnder heauen

That dooes afflict our natures: I am forry,

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 acceffe to me.

Pol. That hath made him mad.

I am forry, that with better heede and iudgement
I had not coted + him, I fear'd he did but trifle
And meant to wracke thee, but befhrow my ieloufie
By heauen it is as proper to our age

To caft beyond our felues in our opinions,

As it is common for the younger fort

To lack difcretion; come, goe we to the king,

foredoes. + coated

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

Come.

Exeunt.

Florish. Enter King and Queene, Rofencraus and Guyldensterne.

King. Welcome deere Rosencraus and Guyldenfterne,
Moreouer, that we much did long to fee you,
The need we haue to vfe you did prouoke
Our hafty fending, fomething haue you heard
Of Hamlets transformation, fo call it,
Sith nor th'exterior, nor the inward man
Refembles that it was, what it fhould 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 fo young daies brought vp with him,
And fith fo neighbored to his youth and hauior,
That you voutsafe your reft heere in our court
Some little time, fo by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occafion 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 fure I am, two men there are ** not liuing,
To whome he more adheres, if it will please you,
To fhew vs fo much gentry and good will,
As to extend your time with vs a while,
For the fupply and profit of our hope,
Your vifitation fhall receiue fuch thankes

As fits a kings remembrance.

Rof. Both your maiefties

Might by the foueraigne power you haue of vs,

is. + expend.

Put