This; in obedience, hath my daughter shown me:
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.

But how hath she
Receiv'd his love ?

What do


think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honourable, Pol. I would fain prove so.

But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell


that, Before my daughter told me,) what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ; Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; What might you think? no, I went rounds to work, And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere; This must not be : and then I precepts gave her, That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,) Fell into a sadness; then into a fast; "Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for.

s Roundly, without reserve.



you think, 'tis this? Queen. It may be, very likely. Pol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain know

That I have positively said, 'Tis so,
When it prov'd otherwise ?

Not that I know.
Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise:

[Pointing to his Head and Shoulder.
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre.

How may we try it further?
Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours to-

gether, Here in the lobby. Queen.

So he does, indeed.
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:

and I behind an arras 6 then;
Mark the encounter: if he love her not,
And be not from his reason fallen thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm, and carters.

We will try it.

Be you

Enter HAMLET, reading.
Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch

comes reading.
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away ;
l'll board him presently :-0, give me leave.-

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How does my good lord Hamlet?

Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy:
Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Pol. Not I, my lord ?
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest, my lord?

Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

Pol. That's very true, my lord.

Ham. For if the sun 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’the sun : conception is a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, 9 friend, look to't.

Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.] Still harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not at first; he said, I was a fishmonger : He is far gone,


gone : and, truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord ?

Ham. Words, words, words !
Pol. What is the matter, my lord?
Ham. Between who?
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here, that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack

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of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward.

Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

Ham. Into my grave?

Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.—How pregnant' sometimes his replies are ! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity? could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.-My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal; except my life, except my life, except my life. Pol. Fare you

lord. Ham. These tedious old fools !

well, my


Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. Ros. God save you, sir ! [To Polonius,

[Erit POLONIUS. Guil. My honour'd lord !Ros. My most dear lord !

Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

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Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.

Guil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy; On fortune's cap we are not the very

button. Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe? Ros. Neither, my lord.;

Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?

Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.

Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What news ?

Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is grown honest.

Ham. Then is dooms-day near : But your news is not true. Let me question more in particular : What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither? Guil. Prison, my

lord ! Ham. Denmark's a prison. Ros. Then is the world one.

Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the worst.

Ros. We think not so, my lord.

Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.

· Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis, too narrow for


mind. Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space; were it not that I have bad dreams.

Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition ; for

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