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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.
    890 Pol. Giue him this money, and these notes Reynaldo.
    Rey. I will my Lord.
    Pol. You shall doe meruiles wisely good Reynaldo,
    Before you vi site him, to make inquire
    Of his behauiour.
    895 Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
    Pol. Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir,
    Enquire me fir st what Danskers are in Parris,
    And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
    900 What companie, at what expence, and finding
    By this encompasment, and drift of que stion
    That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
    Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
    Take you as t'were some di stant knowledge of him,
    905 As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
    And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo?
    Rey. I, very well my Lord.
    Pol. And in part him, but you may say, not well,
    But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
    910 Adicted so and so, and there put on him
    What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
    As may di shonour him, take heede of that,
    But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
    As are companions noted and mo st knowne
    915 To youth and libertie.
    Rey. As gaming my Lord.
    Pol. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
    Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so far.
    Rey. My Lord, that would di shonour him.
    920 Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.
    You mu st not put another scandell on him,
    That he is open to incontinencie,
    That's not my meaning, but breath his faults so quently
    That they may seeme the taints of libertie,
    925 The fla sh and out-breake of a fierie mind,
    A sauagenes in vnreclamed blood,
    Of generall a s s ault.
    Rey. But my good Lord.
    Pol. Wherefore should you doe this?
    Rey. I my Lord, I would know that.
    930 Pol. Marry sir, heer's my drift,
    And I belieue it is a fetch of wit,
    You laying these slight sallies on my sonne
    As t'were a thing a little soyld with working,
    Marke you, your partie in conuerse, him you would sound
    935 Hauing euer seene in the prenominat crimes
    The youth you breath of guiltie, be a s s ur'd
    He closes with you in this consequence,
    Good sir, (or so,) or friend, or gentleman,
    According to the phrase, or the addi stion
    940 Of man and country.
    Rey. Very good my Lord.
    Pol. And then sir doos a this, a doos, what was I about to say?
    By the ma s s e I was about to say something,
    Where did I leaue?
    945 Rey. At closes in the consequence.
    Pol. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
    He closes thus, I know the gentleman,
    I saw him ye sterday, or th'other day,
    950 Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say,
    There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,
    There falling out at Tennis, or perchance
    I saw him enter such a house of sale,
    Videlizet, a brothell, or so foorth, see you now,
    955 Your bait of fal shood take this carpe of truth,
    And thus doe we of wisedome, and of reach,
    With windle s s es, and with a s s aies of bias,
    By indirections find directions out,
    So by my former lecture and aduise
    960 Shall 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.
    965 Rey. I shall my Lord.
    Pol. And let him ply his mu sique.
    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 clo s s et,
    Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
    975 No 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
    980 To 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 wri st, and held me hard,
    985 Then 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 la st, a little shaking of mine arme,
    990 And 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
    995 Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
    For out adoores he went without theyr helps,
    And to the la st bended their light on me.
    Pol. Come, goe with mee, I will goe seeke the King,
    This is the very extacie of loue,
    1000 Whose violent propertie fordoos it selfe,
    And leades the will to desperat vndertakings
    As oft as any pa s sions vnder heauen
    That dooes afflict our natures: I am sorry,
    What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
    1005 Oph. No my good Lord, but as you did commaund
    I did repell his letters, and denied
    His acce s s e to me.
    Pol. That hath made him mad.
    I am sorry, that with better heede and iudgement
    1010 I had not coted him, I fear'd he did but trifle
    And meant to wrack thee, but be shrow my Ielou sie:
    By heauen it is as proper to our age
    To ca st beyond our selues in our opinions,
    As it is common for the younger sort
    1015 To lack discretion; come, goe we to the King,
    This mu st be knowne, which beeing kept close, might moue
    More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue,
    Come. Exeunt.