POL. Ay, my lord, Marry, sir, here's my drift; Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Very good, my lord. REY. POL. And then, sir, does he this, he doesWhat was I about to say? By the masst I was about to say something:-where did I leave? REY. At closes in the consequence. At friend, or so, and gentleman. POL. At, closes in the consequence,―ay, marry ; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? God be wi' you; fare you well. REY. Good my lord! POL. Observe his inclination in yourself. REY. I shall, my lord. Enter OPHELIA. How now, Ophelia! what's the matter? As if he had been loosed out of hell But, truly, I do fear it. POL. My lord, I do not know; What said he? ОPH. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm; POL. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king. This is the very ecstasy of love; mand, I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me. POL. That hath made him mad. I am sorry that with better heed § and judgment, I had not quoted him : I fear'd || he did but trifle, And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! (*) First folio, Heaver.. (1) First folio omits, Come. (+) First folio, shoulders. (§) First folio, speed. Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal." quoted him:] To quote, as we have seen, was not un frequently used by Shakespeare and his contemporaries in the sense of to look into, to scan, to mark, &c. HAM. It waves me still : Go on; I'll follow thee. [Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET. HOR. He waxes desperate with imagination. him. GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word To ears of flesh and blood.-List, list, O, list!—§ [murder. GHOST. Revenge his foul and most unnatural HAM. Murder ! GHOST. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; As meditation or the thoughts of love, GHOST. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, a Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,-] Gifford was mistaken in assuming that "your sovereignty" was here merely a title of respect like "your lordship," applied to Hamlet. To deprive your sovereignty of reason, means to dethrone or displace your powers of reason. Warburton cites a passage from Eixov Bariλkin, where the precise expression occurs: "At once to betray the soveraignty of reason in my own soul." b And hears it roar beneath.] This and the three preceding lines are not found in the folio. But, better look'd into, he truly found To give the assay of arms against your majesty. [Gives a paper. That it might please you to give quiet pass KING. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: (*) First folio, his. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. POL. This business is well ended.My liege, and madam,-to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit," And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is 't, but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. QUEEN. More matter, with less art. POL. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true: † a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art. |