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For the supply and profit of our hope *,
Ro. Both your Majesties
your dread pleasures more into command Than to intreaty.
Guil. But we both obey,
King. Thanks, Rosincrantz and gentle Guildenstern,
Queen. Thanks, Guilderstern and gentle Rufincrantz, And I befeech you, intantly to visit My too much changed son. Go force of ye, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is,
Guil. Heav'ns make our presence and our pradlices Pleasant and helpful to him ! [Exeunt Rof. and Guil. Cucen. Amen.
Enter Polonius. Pch. Th’ambassadors from Norway, my good Lord, Are joyfully return'd.
King Thou ttill haft been the father of good news.
Pol. Have I, my Lord ? affure you, my good Lieges. I hold my duty, as I hold my
King. Oh, speak of that, that do I long to hear,
Pol. Give for at admittance to th' ambasfadors: My news shall be the fruit to that
feast. King. I hyself do grace to them, and bring them in,
[Exit Pol. He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found The head and source of all your son's dilemper.
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main,
hope, for purpose.
S CE N E IV.
Volt. Most fair return of greetings and defires,
King. It likes us well;
your well-took-labour: Go to your relt; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home!
TExit Ambala Pot. This business is well ended. " My Liege, and vadam to exposulate * " What majesty should be, what duty is, “ Wly day is day, night night, and time is time, " Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. " Therefore since brevity's the foul of wit, " And tediouine's the limbs and outward flourishesgin,
• to expoflulate, for to inquire or discuss,.
" I will be brief: your noble fon is mad.
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Pol. " Madam, I swear I use no art at all : " That he is mad, 'tis true ; 'tis true, 'tis pity ; “ And pity ’tis, 'tis true; a foolish figure ; " But farewel it; for I will use no art. " Mad let us grant him then; and now remains, " That we find out the cause of this effect, " Or rather say, the cause of this defect, " For this effect, defective, comes by cause ; - Thus it remains, and the remainder thus Pere
pend.“ I have a daughter; have, whilft she is mine ; " Who in her duty, and obedience mark, “ Hath giv'n me this; now gather, and surmise.
He opens a letter, and reads, To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beatifieds Ophelia.-That's an ill phrase, a vile phrale : beatified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear- -Thefe to her ex: cellent white bofom, these.
Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ?
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Reading
But never doubt I love. Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee beft, ob molt beft, believe it.
this machine is to him, HAMLET.
King. But how hath she receiv'd his love ?
Pol. What do you think of me?
But what might you
King. Do you think this?
Pol. 6. Hath there been such a time, I'd fain know us That I have positively said, 'Tis fo,
[that, u When it prov'd otherwise ?
King. Not that I know.
[Pointing to his head and fhoulder,
it further ? Poľ You know, sometimes he walks for hours toge Here in the lobby
[ther, Queen So he does indeed:
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him ;
Let me be no affitant for a late,
SCENE v. Enter Hamlet reading.
both away. I'll board him presently. [Exeunt King and Queen. Oh, give me leave. -How does my good Lord.
Ham, Ay, Sir; to be honest as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand,
Pol. That's very true, my Lord.
Ham. For if the fun breed maggots in a dead dog, Being a god, kissing carrion Have you a daughter ?
Pol. I have, my Lord,
Ham. Let her not walk. i'th' fun ; conception is a blefliog, but not as your daughter may conceive, Briend, look to't. Pol. · How fay you by that? fill harping on my
daughter! “ Yet he knew me notat' first; he said I was a fish
monger. “ He is far gone ; and, truly, in my youth, [Aside. “ I suffer'd much extremity for love ; • Very near this. I'll speak to him again. What do
Ham. Slanders, . Sir : for the latyrical llave " says: here, that old men have grey beards; that their faces,
* By the fatyrical fave he means Juvenal in his tenth fatyr. .