Addicted so and so;-and there put on him Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar relling, 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 he is open to incontinency; 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. And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd, Rey. Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, sir, does he this,—He doesWhat was I about to say?-By the mass, I was about to say something:-Where did I leave? Rey. At, closes in the consequence. Pol. At, closes in the consequence,—Ay, marry; He closes with you thus:-I know the gentleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse; There falling out at tennis: or, perchance, I saw him enter such a house of sale, (Videlicet, a brothel,) or so forth.- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: With windlasses, and with assays of bias, Shall you my son: You have me, have you not? Pol. God be wi'you; fare you well. Rey. Good my lord, Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey. Well, my lord. [Exit. Enter Ophelia. Pol. Farewel!-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 unbrac'd; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 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 loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors,-he comes before me. Oph. But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. My lord, I do not know; 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 stay'd he so; At last,—a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being: That done, he let's me go: 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, 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 com mand, I did repel his letters, and deny'd His access to me. Pol. I am sorry, that with better heed, and judgment, I had not quoted him: I fear'd, he did but trifle, And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! It seems, it is as proper to our age That hath made him mad. To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. Come. [Exeunt. 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, Resembles that it was: What it should be, So much from the understanding of himself, That,-being of so young days brought up with him: And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; And, sure I am, two men there are not living, |