Pol. King Pol. King Queen King Volt. Have I, my lord? I assure you, my good liege, Both to my God, and to my gracious king; Oh, speak of that; that do I long to hear. [Exit Polonius] He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found I doubt it is no other but the main His father's death, and our hasty marriage. Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS Most fair return of greetings and desires. Gives him three-score thousand crowns in annual fee, King Pol. Queen Pol. And his commission to employ those soldiers, [Giving a paper] That it might please you to give quiet pass It likes us well, And at our more considered time, we'll read, Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour; Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: 'Most welcome home. This business is well ended. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius] My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be; what duty is; Why day is day; night, night; and time is time; And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes: More matter, with less art. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he's mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; I have a daughter-have, while she is mine, Queen Pol. King Pol. King Pol. For that we think is surest, we often lose- [He opens a letter, and 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. Came this from Hamlet to her? Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. 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 ; And more about, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, But how hath she receiv'd his love? What do you think of me? As of a man faithful and honourable : As of a true friend and a most loving subject. HAMLET. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing; As I perceived it (I must tell Before my daughter told me. you that) What might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, King Queen Pol. King Pol. King Pol. Queen Pol. If I had play'd the desk, or table-book, Or given my heart a working mute and dumb, What might you think? No, I went round to work, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Do you think 'tis this? It may be, very like. Hath there been such a time, I would fain know that, When it prov'd otherwise? Not that I know. Take this, from this, [pointing to his head and shoulder] if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed How may we try it further? You know, sometimes he walks for hours together So he does, indeed. At such a time, I'll loose my daughter to him; Mark the encounter; if he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters. King We will try it. Queen Pol. But look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. [Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants] [Aside] I'll board him presently Enter HAMLET, reading [Addressing Hamlet] Oh, give me leave Ham. Pol. Ham. Pol. Ham. Pol. Ham. Pol. Ham. Pol. Ham. Pol. Ham. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Then I would you were so honest a man. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion-Have you a daughter? I have, my lord. Let her not walk i' the sun conception is a blessing; |