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Scene I

A room in Polonius's house

Enter Polonius and Reynaldo

Polonius

Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.

Reynaldo

I will, my lord.

Polonius

You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,

Before you visit him, to make inquiry

Of his behaviour.

Reynaldo

My lord, I did intend it.

Polonius

Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,

Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where

                         they keep,

What company, at what expense; 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,

As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,

And in part him'-do you mark this, Reynaldo?

Reynaldo

Ay, very well, my lord.

Polonius

'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well;

But if't be he I mean, he's very wild;

Addicted so and so;' and there put on him

What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank

As may dishonour him; take heed of that;

But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips

As are companions noted and most known

To youth and liberty.

Reynaldo

As gaming, my lord?

Polonius

Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing,

Quarrelling, drabbing. You may go so far.

Reynaldo

My lord, that would dishonour him.

Polonius

Faith no, as you may season it in the charge.

You must not put another scandal on him,

That he is open to incontinency;

That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults

                         so quaintly

That they may seem the taints of liberty;

The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,

A savageness in unreclaimed blood,

Of general assault.

Reynaldo

But my good lord —

Polonius

Wherefore should you do this?

Reynaldo

Ay, my lord, I would know that.

Polonius

Marry, sir, here's my drift,

And I believe it is a fetch of warrant.

You laying these slight sullies on my son,

As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working,

Mark you,

Your party in converse, him you would sound,

Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes

The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd

He closes with you in this consequence;

'Good sir,' or so; or 'friend,' or 'gentleman' —

According to the phrase or the addition

Of man and country.

Reynaldo

Very good, my lord.

Polonius

And then, sir, does he this, – he does-What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something. Where did I leave?

Reynaldo

At 'closes in the consequence.' At 'friend or so,' and 'gentleman.'

Polonius

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 and such; and,

                         as you say,

There was he gaming, there o'ertook in's rouse,

There falling out at tennis': or perchance,

'I saw him enter such a house of sale' —

Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now;

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;

And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,

With windlasses, and with assays of bias,

By indirections find directions out.

So by my former lecture and advice

Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?

Reynaldo

My lord, I have.

Polonius

God b' wi' you, fare you well.

Reynaldo

Good my lord.

Polonius

Observe his inclination in yourself.

Reynaldo

I shall, my lord.

Polonius

And let him ply his music.

Reynaldo

Well, my lord.

Polonius

Farewell.

[Exit Reynaldo]

[Enter Ophelia]

How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?

Ophelia

Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted.

Polonius

With what, in the name of God?

Ophelia

My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,

Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,

No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd,

Ungart'red, 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.

Polonius

Mad for thy love?

Ophelia

My lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear it.

Polonius

What said he?

Ophelia

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 rais'd 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 help,

And to the last bended their light on me.

Polonius

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?

Ophelia

No, my good lord; but as you did command,

I did repel his letters and denied

His access to me.

Polonius

That hath made him mad.

I am sorry that with better heed and judgement

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

And meant to wreck thee. But beshrew

                         my jealousy!

It seems 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 I call it,

Since nor th'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 th'understanding of himself,

I cannot dream of. I entreat you both

That, being of so young days brought up with him,

And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour,

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 shall receive such thanks

As fits a king's remembrance.

Rosencrantz

Both your majesties

Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,

Put your dread pleasures more into command

Than to entreaty.

Guildenstern

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 Guildenstern.

Queen

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz

And I beseech you instantly to visit

My too much changed son. Go, some of you,

And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

Guildenstern

Heavens make our presence and our practices

Pleasant and helpful to him.

Queen

Ay, amen.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and some Attendants]

[Enter Polonius]

Polonius

Th'ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,

Are joyfully return'd.

King

Thou still hast been the father of good news.

Polonius

Have I, my lord? Assure you, 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 us'd to do-that I have found

The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

King

O speak of that, that do I long to hear.

Polonius

Give first admittance to th'ambassadors;

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 sweet queen, that 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.

[Enter Polonius with Voltemand nd Cornelius]

Welcome, my good friends!

Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?

Voltemand

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 griev'd,

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 th'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,

[Gives 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.

King

It likes us well;

And at our more consider'd time we'll read,

Answer, and think upon this business.

Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour.

Go to your rest, at night we'll feast together:.

Most welcome home.

[Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius]

Polonius

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?

But let that go.

Queen

More matter, with less art.

Polonius

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.

That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;

And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure,

But farewell it, for I will use no art.

Mad let us grant him then. And now remains

That we find out the cause of this effect,

Or rather say, the cause of this defect,

For this effect defective comes by cause.

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend,

I have a daughter-have whilst 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.

[Reads]

these; in her excellent white bosom, these, etc.

Queen

Came this from Hamlet to her?

Polonius

Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

[Reads]

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

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,

                                       Hamlet

This in obedience hath my daughter show'd me;

And more above, hath his solicitings,

As they fell out by time, by means, and place,

All given to mine ear.

King

But how hath she receiv'd his love?

Polonius

What do you think of me?

King

As of a man faithful and honourable.

Polonius

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 you 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 winking, mute and dumb,

Or look'd upon this love with idle sight,

What might you think? No, I went round to work,

And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: