Enter OPHELIA.

How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?

Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so

affrighted!

Pol. With what, i' the name of God?

Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle;
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.

But truly, I do fear it.

Pol.

My lord, I do not know;

What said he?

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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,

He falls to such perusal of my face

As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;

At last, a little shaking of mine arm

And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound

As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o' doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me.

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Pol. Come, go with me: I will go seek the king. This is the very ecstasy of love,

Whose violent property fordoes itself

And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As oft as any passion under heaven

That does afflict our natures. 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.

Pol.

That hath made him mad.

I am sorry that with better heed and judgment

I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,

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And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jeal

ousy!

By heaven, it is as proper to our age

To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions

As it is common for the younger sort

To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:

This must be known; which, being kept close, might

move

More grief to hide than hate to utter love. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A room in the castle.

Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants.

King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!

Moreover that we much did long to see you,

The need we have to use you did provoke

Our hasty sending. Something have you heard

Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man

Resembles that it was. What it should be,

More than his father's death, that thus hath put him

So much from the understanding of himself,

I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,

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That, being of so young days brought up with him,
And sith so neighbor'd to his youth and havior,

That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time: so by your companies

To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
So much as from occasion you may glean,

Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
That, open'd, lies within our remedy.

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
To show us so much gentry and good will

As to expend your time with us awhile,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shalt receive such thanks
As fits a king's remembrance.

Ros.
Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.

And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
To lay our service freely at your feet,

To be commanded.

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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. Heaven make our presence and our prac

King. Thou still hast been the father of good

news.

Pol. Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,

Both to my God and to my gracious king:
And I do think, or else this brain of mine
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure

As it hath used to do, that I have found

The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. 50 Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors;

My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them [Exit Polonius.

in.

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.
King. Well, we shall sift him.

Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNE

LIUS.

Welcome, my good friends!

Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
Volt. Most fair return of greetings and desires.
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
But, better look'd into, he truly found

It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
That so his sickness, age and impotence
Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
Makes vow before his uncle never more

To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
And his commission to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack:
With an entreaty, herein further shown,

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[Giving a paper.

That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprise,
On such regards of safety and allowance
As therein are set down.