Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may feason it in the charge. You must not put another fcandal on him, That he is open to incontinency; That's not my meaning: but breathe his fault fo quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty : The flash and out-break of a fiery mind; Of general assault. Rey. But, my good lord— Pol. Wherefore fhould you do this? I would know that. Pol. Marry, fir, here's my drift; As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'the working, Your party in converse, him you would found, Rey. Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, fir, does he this,-He does-What was I about to say?-By the mafs, I was about to fay fomething:-Where did I leave? Rey. At clofes in the confequence. Pol. At clofes in the confequence,-Ay, marry: Or then, or then; with fuch or fuch; and, as you fay, There There falling out at tennis: or, perchance, See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my fon: You have me, have you not? Pol. God be wi'you; fare you well. Rey. Good my lord Pol. Obferve his inclination is yourself. Rey. I fhall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey. Well, my lord. Enter OPHELIA. [Exit. Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To speak of horrors,—he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. Oph. He took me by the wrift, 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 fuch perufal of my face, As he would draw it. Long stay'd he fo: And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- As it did feem to fhatter all his bulk, And end his being: That done, he lets me go; Pol. Come, go with me; I will go feek the king. Whofe violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to defperate undertakings, That does afflict our natures. I am forry What, have you given him any hard words of late? His accefs to me. Pol. That hath made him mad. I am forry, that with better heed and judgment, I had not quoted him: I fear'd, he did but trifle, To caft beyond ourselves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger fort To lack difcretion. 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. D [Exeunt. SCENE |