Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guil. But we both obey; And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,1 To be commanded. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden stern. Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosen crantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son.-Go, some of you, Po. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Po. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, 1 Utmost exertior, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear Po. 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'erhasty marriage. Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. King. Well, we shall sift him.-Welcome, my good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? His nephew's levies, which to him appear'd It was against your highness; whereat grieved, 1 Scent. 2 Poland. 3 Imposed on. On Fortinbras, which he, in brief, obeys; To give the assay of arms against your majesty: [gives a paper. That it might please you to give quiet pass King. It likes us well; And, at our more consider'd time, we 'll read, Meantime, we thank you for your well-took labor. Po. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius, This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1 And tediousness the limbs and outward florishes,- ! Discuss. 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. Po. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. Mad let us grant him then; and now remains, I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. 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 : In her excellent white bosom, these,' &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Po. 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, HAMLET.' This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; As they fell out by time, by means, and place, King. Received his love? Po. But how hath she What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honorable. Po. 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 you that, Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; What might you think? no, I went round1 to work, And my young mistress thus did I bespeak • Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere: This must not be:' and then I prescripts gave her, i Roundly, without reserve. |