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King. Thanks, lads.
Now pray discover what this fun is. (To attendants) Hollo, there! bring these jockeys where my son is.
'Twill make a charming ballet-pantomime-
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, Ophelia, Rosencrantz,
He jump'd for joy to hear it: they're at court;
Polonius. 'Tis true; and Hamlet says, that if your graces Will come to see the play, he'll book you places.
With all my heart: right glad am I to find
[Exeunt Guild, and Rosen.
Queen. Ophelia, were he mad of love for you, I think we'd cure him soon.
I think so too.