Guil. Heavens make our presence and our practices Queen. Ay, amen! [Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and some Attendants. Enter Polonius. Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, 40 Are joyfully return'd. King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king: King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. 50 My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius. He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main; His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. King. Well, we shall sift him. Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius. 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 60 King. Pol. To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, It was against your highness: whereat grieved, To give the assay of arms against your majesty. 70 [Giving a paper. That it might please you to give quiet pass It likes us well, And at our more consider'd time we 'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. 80 Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest; at night we 'll feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, 99 And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 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, Mad let us grant him then: and now remains I have a daughter,-have while she is mine,- 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most 100 [Reads. IIO That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' In her excellent white bosom, these,' &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; [Reads. King. 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I 120 This in obedience hath my daughter shown me; As they fell out by time, by means and place, But how hath she Received his love? Pol. What do you think of me?, 130 King. As of a man faithful and honourable. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, Before my daughter told me,-what might you, If I had play'd the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dunib, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; What might you think? No, I went round to work, 140 This must not be': and then I prescripts gave her, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for. King. Do you think this? Queen. 150 It may be, very like. Pol. Hath there been such a time, I'ld fain know that, That I have positively said ''tis so,' King. When it proved otherwise? Not that I know. Pol. [Pointing to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise: King. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed How may we try it further? Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the lobby. Queen. So he does, indeed. Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: King. But keep a farm and carters. We will try it. 161 Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away: I'll board him presently. 170 [Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. Enter Hamlet, reading. O, give me leave: how does my good Lord Hamlet? Ham. Well, God-a-mercy. |