889648 Enter Corambis, and Montano. 890649Cor. Montano, here, the
se letters to my
sonne,
650And this
same mony with my ble
ssing to him,
966651And bid him ply his learning good
Montano. 892653Cor. You
shall do very well
Montano, to
say thus,
905654I knew the gentleman, or know his father,
898655To inquire the manner of his life,
898.1656As thus; being among
st his acquaintance,
906657You may
say, you
saw him at
such a time, marke you mee,
916658At game, or drincking,
swearing, or drabbing,
919660Mon. My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
920661Cor. I faith not a whit, no not a whit,
937662Now happely hee clo
seth with you in the con
sequence,
663As you may bridle it not di
sparage him a iote.
943664What was I a bout to
say,
945665Mon. He clo
seth with him in the con
sequence.
947666Cor. I, you
say right, he clo
seth with him thus,
D2 This
The Tragedy of Hamlet
947.1667This will hee
say, let mee
see what hee will
say,
668Mary this, I
saw him ye
sterday, or tother day,
950669Or then, or at
such a time, a dicing,
952670Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
953671Of a how
se of lightnes viz. brothell,
956672Thus
sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach,
958673By indire
ctions,
finde dire
ctions forth,
959674And
so
shall you my
sonne; you ha me, ha you not?
962676Cor. Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him.
678Cor. And bid him ply his mu
sicke
967679Mon. My lord I wil.
exit. 969681Cor. Farewel, how now
Ofelia, what's the news with you?
971682Ofe. O my deare father,
such a change in nature,
971.1683So great an alteration in a Prince,
978684So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee,
970686Cor. Why what's the matter my
Ofelia?
974687Of. O yong Prince
Hamlet, the only
floure of
Denmark, 974.1688Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had,
974.2689The Iewell that ador'nd his feature mo
st 974.3690Is
filcht and
stolne away, his wit's bereft him,
973691Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone,
692There comes hee to mee, with a di
stra
cted looke,
976693His garters lagging downe, his
shooes vntide,
987694And
fixt his eyes
so
stedfa
st on my face,
987.1695As if they had vow'd, this is their late
st obie
ct.
984696Small while he
stoode, but gripes me by the wri
st,
984.1697And there he holdes my pul
se till with a
sigh
993698He doth vncla
spe his holde, and parts away
993.1699Silent, as is the mid time of the night:
997700And as he went, his eie was
still on mee,
994701For thus his head ouer his
shoulder looked,
995702He
seemed to
finde the way without his eies:
For
Prince of Denmarke.
996703For out of doores he went without their helpe,
981705Cor. Madde for thy loue,
1004706What haue you giuen him any cro
sse wordes of late?
1006707Ofelia I did repell his letters, deny his gifts,
1008709Cor. Why that hath made him madde:
1012710By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to ca
st 1013711Beyond our
selues, as t'is for the yonger
sort
1009712To leaue their wantonne
sse. Well, I am
sory
713That I was
so ra
sh: but what remedy?
1015714Lets to the King, this madne
sse may prooue,
1017715Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue.
exeunt.