Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Ghost [beneath]. Swear! Ham. Hic et ubique? then we will shift our ground: Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard. A worthy pioneer!-Once more remove, good friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it wel come. There are more things in heaven and earth, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Here, as before, never, so help you mercy! How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Or such ambiguous giving out, to note Ham. Rest, rest, perturbéd spirit! So, gentle My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, sir, Inquire 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 't were, some distant knowledge of him; As thus: "I know his father, and his friends, And, in part, him." Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. Pol. "And, in part, him ;-but," you may say, "not well: But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing :-you may go so far. Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge. You must not put another scandal on him, That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Rey. But, my good lord, Pol. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift; Your party in convérse, him you would sound, Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced; No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled, Ungartered, and down-gyvéd to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been looséd out of hell, To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph.. My lord, I do not know; But truly I do fear it. 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 stayed 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 turned, He seemed 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. Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king. This is the very ecstasy of love; Whose violent property foredoes 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 áccess to me. 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, So much from the understanding of himself, Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of Enter POLONIUS. Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully returned. King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Pol. 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: King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. 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 in. [Exit POLONIUS. 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'er-hasty marriage. Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and COR NELIUS. King. Well, we shall sift him.—Welcome, my good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? Pol. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNelius. My liege, and madam, to expostulate Queen. More matter, with less art. Mad let us grant him, then and now remains I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; -"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." Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. 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. Pol. What do you think of me? When I had seen this hot love on the wing |