Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: David Bevington
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Hamlet (Modern, based on Quarto 1)

[Scene 8]
Enter the King, Queen, and Lords [Corambis, Rossencraft, and Gilderstone].
King Lords, can you by no means find
The cause of our son Hamlet's lunacy?
You being so near in love, even from his youth,
1031.1Methinks should gain more than a stranger should.
Gilderstone My lord, we have done all the best we could
To wring from him the cause of all his grief,
But still he puts us off, and by no means
Would make an answer to that we exposed.
Rossencraft Yet was he something more inclined to mirth
Before we left him, and, I take it,
He hath given order for a play tonight,
At which he craves your highness' company.
King With all our heart; it likes us very well.
Gentlemen, seek still to increase his mirth.
1674.1Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open,
And we unto yourselves will still be thankful.
Both In all we can, be sure you shall command.
Queen Thanks, gentlemen, and what the Queen of Denmark
1045May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want.
1045.1Gilderstone We'll once again unto the noble prince.
Thanks to you both.
[Exeunt Rossencraft and Gilderstone.]
Gertred, you'll see this play?
Queen My lord, I will, and it joys me at the soul
He is inclined to any kind of mirth.
1674.1Corambis Madam, I pray be ruled by me,
And, my good sovereign, give me leave to speak.
We cannot yet find out the very ground
Of his distemperance. Therefore
1674.5I hold it meet, if so it please you,
Else they shall not meet, and thus it is--
King What is't, Corambis?
Corambis Marry, my good lord, this: soon, when the sports are done,
Madam, send you in haste to speak with him,
And I myself will stand behind the arras.
There question you the cause of all his grief,
1839.1And then, in love and nature unto you, he'll tell you all.
My lord, how think you on't?
1845King It likes us well. Gertred, what say you?
1845.1Queen With all my heart. Soon will I send for him.
Corambis Myself will be that happy messenger,
Who hopes his grief will be revealed to her.
Exeunt omnes.