Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guil. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves in the full bent King. Thanks Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern. Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle RoAnd I beseech you instantly to visit [sencrantz, My too much changed son. Go, some of ye, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guil. Heavens make our presence and our pracPleasant and helpful to him! [tices [Exeunt Ros. and Guil. Queen. Amen. Enter POLONIUS. Pol. Th' embassadors from Norway, my good. Are joyfully returned [Lord, King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Pol. Have I, my Lord? assure you, my good I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, [liege, Both to my God, and to my gracious King; And I do think, (or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As I have used to do) that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. King. Oh, speak of that, that do I long to hear. Pol. Give first admittance to th' embassadors: My news shall be the fruit of that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Pol. He tells me, my sweet Queen, that 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'er-hasty marriage. Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND, and King. Well, we shall sift him.-Welcome, my good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? His nephew's levies, which to him appeared It was against your Highness: whereat grieved, And his commission to employ those soldiers, King. It likes us well; And at our more considered time we'll read, [bour. Mean time, we thank you for your well-took laGo to your rest; at night we'll feast together. [Exeunt Embas. Most welcome home! Pol. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true; a foolish figure,— But farewel it; for I will use no art. I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; [He opens a Letter, and reads.] "To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most "beatified Ophelia."That's an ill phrase: beatified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear"These to her excellent white bosom, these”— Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? [ful. "Doubt thou the stars are fire, [Reading. "Doubt truth to be a liar, "But never doubt I love. "Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I "love thee best, oh most best, believe it. Adieu. "Thine evermore, most dear Lady, whilst "this machine is to him, Hamlet.” This in obedience hath my daughter shewn me; As they fell out by time, by means, and place, King. But how has she received his love? King. As of a man faithful and honourable. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think? When I had seen this hot love on the wing, Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb, Thence to a watching, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, |