A room in Polonius's house.

Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Pol. Give him this money and these notes,

Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good


Before you visit him, to make inquiry 8 Of his behaviour. Rey.

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 10 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, 15

Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Pol. “And in part him; but,” you may say, “not

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 20

As may dishonor him,-take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips
As are companions noted and most known

To youth and liberty.

As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrel- 25

Drabbing; you may go so far.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. Faith, no, as you may season it in the

You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency. : 30
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.

But, my good lord,- 35 Pol.


Pol. Wherefore should you do this?

Ay, my lord,
I would know that.

Marry, sir, here's my drift, And, I believe, it is a fetch of wit:

You laying these slight sullies on my son, 40 As 't were a thing a little soiled i’ the

Mark you,
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
He closes with you in this consequence;
“Good sir," or so, or “friend,” or “gentle-

According to the phrase or the addition

Of man and country.

Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, sir, does he this—he does—what 60 was I about to say? By the mass, I was

about to say something. Where did I leave? . Rey. At "closes in the consequence,” [at“friend

or so,” and “gentleman.”] Pol. At “closes in the consequence,” ay, marry.

He closes thus: “I know the gentleman.
I saw him yesterday, or th other day,
Or then, or then, with such, or such; and,

as you say,
There was he gaming; there o'ertook in 's





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 take 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

Rey. My lord, I have.

God buy ye; fare yo well. Rey. Good my lord. Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. 70 Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his music. Rey.

Well, my lord. Pol. Farewell:

[Exit Reynaldo. Enter Ophelia.

How now, Ophelia! what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so

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 fouled,
Ungartered, and down-gyved to his ancle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each 80


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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?

My lord, I do not know, 85 But truly, I do fear it. Pol.

What said he?
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

He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being. That done, ho lets me

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


And, to the last, bended their light on me. 100 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,-



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