Montano, here, these letters to my son,
6.2650And this same money with my blessing to him,
6.3966651And bid him ply his learning, good Montano.
I will, my lord.
You shall do very well, Montano, to say thus:
6.6905654"I knew the gentleman," or "know his father,"
6.9906657You may say, you saw him at such a time, mark you me,
6.10916658At game, or drinking, swearing, or drabbing,
My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
I'faith, not a whit, no, not a whit.
6.14937662Now happily he closeth with you in the consequence,
6.15663As you may bridle it, not disparage him a jot.
He closeth with him in the consequence.
Ay, you say right, he closeth with him thus,
6.19944667This will he say--let me see what he will say--
6.20949668Marry, this: "I saw him yesterday," or "t'other day,"
6.21950669Or "then," or "at such time," "a-dicing,"
6.22952670Or "at tennis," ay, or "drinking drunk," or "ent'ring
6.24956672Thus, sir, do we that know the world, being men of reach,
6.26959674And so shall you my son. You ha' me, ha' you not?
I have, my lord.
Well, fare you well. Commend me to him.
I will, my lord.
And bid him ply his music.
My lord, I will.
Farewell.--How now, Ofelia, what's the news with you?
O my dear father, such a change in nature,
Why, what's the matter, my Ofelia?
Oh, young Prince Hamlet, the only flower of Denmark,
6.41974.3690Is filched and stol'n away: his wit's bereft him.
6.42973691He found me walking in the gallery all alone.
6.43692There comes he to me, with a distracted look,
6.44976693His garters lagging down, his shoes untied,
6.45987694And fixed his eyes so steadfast on my face
6.46987.1695As if they had vowed this is their latest object.
6.47984696Small while he stood, but grips me by the wrist,
6.51997700And as he went, his eye was still on me,
6.52994701For thus his head over his shoulder looked.
6.53995702He seemed to find the way without his eyes,
6.54996703For out of doors he went without their help,
Mad for thy love.
6.571004706What, have you given him any cross words of late?
I did repel his letters, deny his gifts,
Why, that hath made him mad.
6.611012710By heav'n, 'tis as proper for our age to cast
6.621013711Beyond ourselves as 'tis for the younger sort
6.64713That I was so rash. But what remedy?
6.661017715Though wild awhile, yet more true to thy love.