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The Tragedie of Hamlet. 259
875That you know ought of me; this not to doe:
876So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you:
877Sweare.
878Ghost. Sweare.
880With all my loue I doe commend me to you;
881And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
882May doe t' expresse his loue and friending to you,
883God willing shall not lacke: let vs goe in together,
886That euer I was borne to set it right.
887Nay, come let's goe together. Exeunt.
888Actus Secundus.
889 Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.
891Reynol. I will my Lord.
893Before you visite him you make inquiry
894Of his behauiour.
895Reynol. My Lord, I did intend it.
897Very well said. Looke you Sir,
899And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe:
900What company, at what expence: and finding
902That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer
903Then your particular demands will touch it,
905And thus I know his father and his friends,
906And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?
907Reynol. I, very well my Lord.
909But if't be hee I meane, hees very wilde;
912As may dishonour him; take heed of that:
914As are Companions noted and most knowne
915To youth and liberty.
916Reynol. As gaming my Lord.
918Quarelling, drabbiug. You may goe so farre.
922That hee is open to Incontinencie;
923That's not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly,
924That they may seeme the taints of liberty;
927Reynol. But my good Lord.
929Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.
930Polon. Marry Sir, heere's my drift,
931And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
933As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th' working:
935Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
936The youth you breath of guilty, be assur'd
939According to the Phrase and the Addition,
940Of man and Country.
941Reynol. Very good my Lord.
942Polon. And then Sir does he this?
943He does: what was I about to say?
946At friend, or so, and Gentleman.
948He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
951There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Rouse,
952There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
954Videlicet, a Brothell, or so forth. See you now;
955Your bait of falshood, takes this Cape of truth;
956And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach
959So by my former Lecture and aduice
960Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
961Reynol. My Lord I haue.
962Polon. God buy you; fare you well.
963Reynol. Good my Lord.
968 Enter Ophelia.
969Polon. Farewell:
970How now Ophelia, what's the matter?
972Polon. With what, in the name of Heauen?
974Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
975No hat vpon his head, his stockings foul'd,
976Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anckle,
977Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
978And with a looke so pitious in purport,
979As if he had been loosed out of hell,
980To speake of horrors: he comes before me.
981Polon. Mad for thy Loue?
982Ophe. My Lord, I doe not know: but truly I do feare it.
985Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
986And with his other hand thus o're his brow,
990And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;
993And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
994And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd,
996For out adores he went without their helpe;
997And to the last, bended their light on me.
999This is the very extasie of Loue,
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