Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet.¶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.
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter King, Queene, Rosincrane, and Guilden-
1020sterne Cumaliys
¶Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
¶The neede we haue to vse you, did prouoke
¶Since not th'exterior, nor the inward man
¶More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
1030I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both,
¶That being of so young dayes brought vp with him:
¶Some little time: so by your Companies
1035To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
¶So much as from Occasions you may gleane,
¶That open'd lies within our remedie.
¶Qu. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
¶And sure I am, two men there are not liuing,
1040To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
¶As to expend your time with vs a-while,
¶For the supply and profit of our Hope,
1045As fits a Kings remembrance.
¶Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
¶Put your dread pleasures, more into Command
¶Then to Entreatie.
1050Guil. We both obey,
¶And here giue vp our selues, in the full bent,
¶To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
¶To be commanded.
¶My too much changed Sonne.
¶Go some of ye,
¶And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is.
¶Pleasant and helpfull to him.
Exit.
¶Queene. Amen.
¶
Enter Polonius.
1065Are ioyfully return'd.
¶I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
¶Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
1070And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine
¶As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
¶The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie.
¶He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
1080Qu. I doubt it is no other, but the maine,
¶His Fathers death, and our o're-hasty Marriage.
¶
Enter Polonius, Voltumand, and Cornelius.
¶Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey?
¶His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd
¶To be a preparation 'gainst the Poleak:
¶But better look'd into, he truly found
¶On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
¶Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine,
1095Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more
¶Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
¶Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee,
1100So leuied as before, against the Poleak:
¶With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
¶Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize,
1105As therein are set downe.
¶King. It likes vs well:
¶And at our more consider'd time wee'l read,
¶Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
¶Most welcome home.
Exit Ambass.
¶My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate
1115Why day is day; night, night; and time is time,
¶Were nothing but to waste Night, Day, and Time.
¶Therefore, since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
¶I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad:
¶What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
¶But let that go.
1125That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie,
¶And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
¶But farewell it: for I will vse no Art.
Mad
