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This must be known; which, being kept close,
might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. Come.
A Room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDEN
STERN, and Attendants.
your rest here in our court
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; And, sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
Both your majesties
But we both obey ; And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden
stern. Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosen
crantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son.-Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guil. Heavens make our presence, and our prac
tices, Pleasant and helpful to him! Queen.
Ay, amen! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and
Enter POLONIUS. Pol. The embassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd.
8 Utmost exertion.
King. Thou still hast been the father of good news.
Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,
King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
; My news shall be the fruit' to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
[Exit POLONIUS. He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper.
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and COR
King. Well, we shall sift him.--Welcome, my
Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires.
3 Imposed on.
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
[Gives a Paper.
It likes us well : And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together : Most welcome home!
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. Pol.
This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore,-since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,I will be brief: Your noble son is mad: Mad call I it: for, to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad:
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
- 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
shall hear.–Thus : 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; [Reads.
Doubt, that the sun doth move:
But never doubt, I love.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, Hamlet.