16481165King Lordes, can you by no meanes finde

16491166The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie?

10311167You being so neere in loue, euen from his youth,

1031.11168Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should.

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1031.21169Gil. My lord, we haue done all the best we could,

1031.31170To wring from him the cause of all his griefe,

16531171But still he puts vs off, and by no meanes

16541172Would make an answere to that we exposde.

16661173Ross. Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth

16681174Before we left him, and I take it,

1175He hath giuen order for a play to night,

16711176At which he craues your highnesse company.

1177King With all our heart, it likes vs very well:

16741178Gentlemen, seeke still to increase his mirth,

1674.11179Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open,

1674.21180And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull.

16771181Both In all wee can, be sure you shall commaund.

1182Queene Thankes gentlemen, and what the Queene of ( Denmarke

10451183May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want.

1045.11184Gil. Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince.

1045.21185King Thanks to you both: Gertred you'l see this play.

16731186Queene My lord I will, and it ioyes me at the soule

1187He is inclin'd to any kinde of mirth.

1188Cor. Madame, I pray be ruled by me:

1189And my good Soueraigne, giue me leaue to speake,

1674.31190We cannot yet finde out the very ground

1674.41191Of his distemperance, therefore

1674.51192I holde it meete, if so it please you,

1674.61193Else they shall not meete, and thus it is.

1674.71194King What i'st Corambis?

18371195Cor. Mary my good lord this, soone when the sports are (done,

18391196Madam, send you in haste to speake with him,

18411197And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras,

1198There question you the cause of all his griefe,

1839.11199And then in loue and nature vnto you, hee'le tell you all:

1839.21200My Lord, how thinke you on't?

18451201King It likes vs well, Gerterd, what say you?

1845.11202Queene With all my heart, soone will I send for him.

1845.21203Cor. My selfe will be that happy messenger,

1845.31204Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her. exeunt omnes