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With all my love I do commend me to you :
Enter Polo N IUs and REYNALDo.
Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, Slr, Inquire me first what Danskers 8 are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expence; and finding, By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it:
Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
Rey. But, my good lord,
I would know that.
IPol. Marry, sir, here's my drift;
Rey. Very good, my lord."
Pol. And then, sir, does he this, He does— What was I about to say?—By the mass, I was about to say some something:—Where did I leave?
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Pol. At, closes in the consequence,—Ay, marry; He closes with you thus:–I know the gentleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then ; with such, or such; and, as you say, . There was he gaming ; there o’ertook in his rouse; There falling out at tennis : or, perchance, I saw him enter such a house of sale, (Videlicet,” a brothel), or so forthSee you now ; - Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlaces, and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out; So, by former lecture and advice,
* Already named. * That is to say.
Shall you my son: You have me, have you not?
Rey. My lord, I have.
Pol. God be wi' you; fare you well.
Itey. Good my lord,
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Rey. I shall, my lord.
Pol. And let him ply his musick.
Rey. Well, my lord. - [Erit.
Pol. Farewell !—How now, Ophelia? what's the matter; Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted Pol. With what, in the name of heaven 2 Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? .. Oph. My lord, I do not know;
But, truly, I do fear it.
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm; And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
3 Hanging down like fetters.
He falls to such perusal of my face,
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did com
I did repel his letters, and denied
Pol. That hath made him mad.
It seems, it is as proper to our age
* Body. * Destroys. 6 Observed.