See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlaces, and with assays of bias, Shall you my son. you; fare you well. Rey. Good my lord, Rey. I shall, my lord. Po. Observe his inclination in yourself.1 Po. And let him ply his music. Rey. Well, my lord. [Exit. Enter OPHELIA. Po. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia ? what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Po. 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 foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle; 2 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; In your own person, not by spies. Hanging down like fetters. And with a look so piteous in purport, To speak of horrors;-he comes before me. Oph. But, truly, I do fear it. Po. 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; As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- Po. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king. This is the very ecstasy of love; Whose violent property foredoes 1 itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under heaven, That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 1 Destroys. 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 access to me. Po. That hath made him mad. I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment It seems, it is as proper to our age 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. SCENE II. [Exeunt. A room in the castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUildenstern, and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guilden stern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, 1 Observed. Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Since not the exterior nor the inward man More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from the understanding of himself, That,—being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbor'd to his youth and humor ;- Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; And, sure I am, two men there are not living, Ro. Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Complaisance. 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 exertion. |