Scene I. A room in Polonius's house.
[Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.]
Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
I will, my lord.
You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before You visit him, to make
Of his behaviour.
My lord, I did intend it.
Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
Enquire me first what
Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
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:
as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
As thus, 'I know his father and his
And in part hi;m;--do you mark this, Reynaldo?
Ay, very well, my lord.
$BC"(Bnd in part him;--but,' you may say, 'not well:
But if't be he I mean, he's
Addicted so and so;' and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry,
none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.
As gaming, my lord.
Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing:--you may go so
My lord, that would dishonour him.
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;
The flash and outbreak of a
A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.
But, my good lord,--
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 warrant:
laying these slight sullies on my son
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the
The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd
He closes with you in
$BC((Bood sir,' or so; or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'--
According to the
phrase or the addition
Of man and country.
Very good, my lord.
And then, sir, does he this,--he does--What was I about to say?--
By the mass,
I was about to say something:--Where did I leave?
At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and
At--closes in the consequence'--ay, marry!
He closes with you thus:--'I know
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's rouse;
There falling out
at tennis': or perchance,
$BC*(B saw him enter such a house of sale,'--
brothel,--or so forth.--
See you now;
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with assays of
By indirections find directions out:
So, by my former lecture and advice,
you my son. You have me, have you not?
My lord, I have.
God b' wi' you, fare you well.
Good my lord!
Observe his inclination in yourself.
I shall, my lord.
And let him ply his music.
Well, my lord.
How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
With what, i' the name of God?
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
Lord Hamlet,--with his doublet all
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
And with a look so piteous in
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors,--he comes before
Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know;
But truly I do fear it.
What said he?
He took me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all
And with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
At last,--a little shaking of mine
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,--
He rais'd a sigh so piteous and
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd
He seem'd to find his way without his
For out o' doors he went without their help,
And to the last bended their light on
Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy of
Whose violent property fordoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am
What, have you given him any hard words of late?
No, my good lord; but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters and
His access to me.
That hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee; but beshrew my
It seems it as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
be known; which, being kept close, might move
More grief to hide than hate to utter