Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Secundus.
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Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.
¶Reynol. I will my Lord.
¶Before you visite him you make inquiry
¶Of his behauiour.
895Reynol. My Lord, I did intend it.
¶Very well said. Looke you Sir,
¶Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
¶And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe:
900What company, at what expence: and finding
¶That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer
¶Then your particular demands will touch it,
905And thus I know his father and his friends,
¶And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?
¶Reynol. I, very well my Lord.
¶But if't be hee I meane, hees very wilde;
¶As may dishonour him; take heed of that:
¶As are Companions noted and most knowne
915To youth and liberty.
¶Reynol. As gaming my Lord.
¶Quarelling, drabbiug. You may goe so farre.
¶That hee is open to Incontinencie;
¶That's not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly,
¶That they may seeme the taints of liberty;
925The flash and out-breake of a fiery minde,
¶Reynol. But my good Lord.
¶Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.
930Polon. Marry Sir, heere's my drift,
¶And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
¶As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th' working:
935Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
¶According to the Phrase and the Addition,
940Of man and Country.
¶Reynol. Very good my Lord.
¶Polon. And then Sir does he this?
¶He does: what was I about to say?
¶At friend, or so, and Gentleman.
¶He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
¶There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Rouse,
¶There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
955Your bait of falshood, takes this Cape of truth;
¶And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach
¶By indirections finde directions out:
¶So by my former Lecture and aduice
960Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
¶Reynol. My Lord I haue.
¶Polon. God buy you; fare you well.
¶Reynol. Good my Lord.
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Enter Ophelia.
¶Polon. Farewell:
970How now Ophelia, what's the matter?
¶Polon. With what, in the name of Heauen?
¶Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
975No hat vpon his head, his stockings foul'd,
¶Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anckle,
¶Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
¶And with a looke so pitious in purport,
¶As if he had been loosed out of hell,
980To speake of horrors: he comes before me.
¶Polon. Mad for thy Loue?
¶Ophe. My Lord, I doe not know: but truly I do feare it.
985Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
¶And with his other hand thus o're his brow,
990And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;
¶And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
¶And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd,
995He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes,
¶For out adores he went without their helpe;
¶And to the last, bended their light on me.
¶This is the very extasie of Loue,
¶And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings,
¶That does afflict our Natures. I am sorrie,
¶What haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
1005Ophe. No my good Lord: but as you did command,
¶I did repell his Letters, and deny'de
¶Pol. That hath made him mad.
1010I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle,
¶It seemes it is as proper to our Age,
¶As it is common for the yonger sort
1015To lacke discretion. Come, go we to the King,
¶More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue.
Exeunt.
