ACT II SCENE I� Setting: A room in POLONIUS' house.
[Enter�POLONIUS and REYNALDO]
LORD POLONIUS |
Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. |
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REYNALDO |
I will, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, |
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Before you visit him, to make inquire |
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Of his behavior. |
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REYNALDO |
My lord, I did intend it. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir, |
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Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; |
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And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, |
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What company, at what expense; and finding |
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By this encompassment and drift of question |
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That they do know my son, come you more nearer |
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Than your particular demands will touch it: |
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Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; |
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As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, |
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And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo? |
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REYNALDO |
Ay, very well, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
And in part him; but' you may say 'not well: |
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But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; |
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Addicted so and so:' and there put on him |
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What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank |
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As may dishonour him; take heed of that; |
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But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips |
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As are companions noted and most known |
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To youth and liberty. |
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REYNALDO |
As gaming, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, |
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Drabbing: you may go so far. |
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REYNALDO |
My lord, that would dishonour him. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge |
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You must not put another scandal on him, |
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That he is open to incontinency; |
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That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly |
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That they may seem the taints of liberty, |
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The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, |
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A savageness in unreclaimed blood, |
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Of general assault. |
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REYNALDO |
But, my good lord,–– |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Wherefore should you do this? |
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REYNALDO |
Ay, my lord, |
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I would know that. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Marry, sir, here's my drift; |
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And I believe, it is a fetch of wit: |
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You laying these slight sullies on my son, |
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As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you, |
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Your party in converse, him you would sound, |
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Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes |
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The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured |
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He closes with you in this consequence; |
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Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,' |
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According to the phrase or the addition |
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Of man and country. |
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REYNALDO |
Very good, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
And then, sir, does he this––he does––what was I |
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about to say? By the mass, I was about to say |
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something: where did I leave? |
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REYNALDO |
At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' |
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and 'gentleman.' |
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LORD POLONIUS |
At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry; |
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He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman; |
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I saw him yesterday, or t' other day, |
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Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, |
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There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; |
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There falling out at tennis:' or perchance, |
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I saw him enter such a house of sale,' |
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Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. |
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See you now; |
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: |
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And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, |
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With windlasses and with assays of bias, |
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By indirections find directions out: |
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So by my former lecture and advice, |
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Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? |
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REYNALDO |
My lord, I have. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
God be wi' you; fare you well. |
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REYNALDO |
Good my lord! |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Observe his inclination in yourself. |
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REYNALDO |
I shall, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
And let him ply his music. |
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REYNALDO |
Well, my lord. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Farewell! |
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[Exit�REYNALDO] |
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[Enter�OPHELIA] |
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How now, Ophelia! what's the matter? |
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OPHELIA |
O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! |
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LORD POLONIUS |
With what, i' the name of God? |
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OPHELIA |
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, |
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Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced; |
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No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, |
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Ungarter'd, and down–gyved to his ancle; |
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Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; |
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And with a look so piteous in purport |
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As if he had been loosed out of hell |
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To speak of horrors,––he comes before me. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Mad for thy love? |
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OPHELIA |
My lord, I do not know; |
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But truly, I do fear it. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
What said he? |
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OPHELIA |
He took me by the wrist and held me hard; |
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Then goes he to the length of all his arm; |
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And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, |
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He falls to such perusal of my face |
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As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; |
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At last, a little shaking of mine arm |
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And thrice his head thus waving up and down, |
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He raised a sigh so piteous and profound |
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As it did seem to shatter all his bulk |
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And end his being: that done, he lets me go: |
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And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, |
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He seem'd to find his way without his eyes; |
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For out o' doors he went without their helps, |
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And, to the last, bended their light on me. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
Come, go with me: I will go seek the king. |
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This is the very ecstasy of love, |
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Whose violent property fordoes itself |
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And leads the will to desperate undertakings |
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As oft as any passion under heaven |
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That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. |
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What, have you given him any hard words of late? |
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OPHELIA |
No, my good lord, but, as you did command, |
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I did repel his fetters and denied |
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His access to me. |
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LORD POLONIUS |
That hath made him mad. |
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I am sorry that with better heed and judgment |
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I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle, |
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And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! |
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By heaven, it is as proper to our age |
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To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions |
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As it is common for the younger sort |
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To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: |
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This must be known; which, being kept close, might |
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move |
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More grief to hide than hate to utter love. |
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[Exeunt] |
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