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Author: William Shakespeare
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Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

Prince of Denmarke.
960Shall you my sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
Rey. My Lord, I haue.
Pol. God buy ye, far ye well.
Rey. Good my Lord.
Pol. Obserue his inclination in your selfe.
965Rey. I shall my Lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musique.
Rey. Well my Lord.
Exit Rey.

Enter Ophelia.
Pol. Farewell. How now Ophelia, whats the matter?
Oph. O my Lord, my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted,
Pol. With what i'th name of God?
Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my closset,
Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
975No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled,
Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a looke so pittious in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
980To speake of horrors, he comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy loue?
Oph. My lord I doe not know,
But truly I doe feare it.
Pol. What said he?
Oph. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard,
985Then 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 so,
At last, a little shaking of mine arme,
990And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe,
He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound
As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
And end his beeing; that done, he lets me goe,
And with his head ouer his shoulder turn'd
995Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out adoores he went without theyr helps,
And to the last bended their light on me.