I am sorry, What! have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me. That hath made him mad. Pol. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. [Exeunt Polonius and Ophelia L. 1. E. [Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern c. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, [Enter Queen and Attendants L. U. E rest here in our court your That you vouchsafe To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you; Both your majesties Ros. Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, But we both obey, Guil. And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. Queen. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Our too much changed son.-Go, you, [To the attendants. And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. [Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and all the attendants. [Enter Polonius L. U. E. King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, Both to my God, and to my gracious king; King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. Pol. My liege, and madam,- to expostulate And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, More matter, with less art. Queen. Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; Mad let us grant him, then and now remains I have a daughter,-have, while she is mine, Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. (Reads. To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase,-"beautified" is a vile phrase; but you shall hear. Thus: [Reads. In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. [Reads. O, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, O, most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: As they fell out by time, by means, and place, HAMLET. But how hath she Received his love? King. Pol. What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honourable. I would fain prove so. Pol. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing Before my daughter told me),-what might you, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb; What might you think? No, I went round to work, This must not be;" and then I precepts gave her, Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; And all we wail for. King. Do you think 't is this? Queen. It may be very likely. Pol. Hath there been such a time (I 'd fain know that), That I have positively said, ""T is so," When it proved otherwise? Not that I know. King. Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : [Pointing to his head and shoulder. |