ACT II, SCENE I.A room in POLONIUS' house.  | 
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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, 
    Before you visit him, to make inquire 
    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, 
    Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; 
    And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, 
    What company, 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: 
    Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; 
    As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, 
    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: 
    But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; 
    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 usual slips 
    As are companions noted and most known 
    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, 
    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 
    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 fiery mind, 
    A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
    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,
    I would know that.
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LORD POLONIUS 
    Marry, sir, here's my drift; 
    And I believe, it is a fetch of wit: 
    You laying these slight sullies on my son, 
    As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you, 
    Your party in converse, him you would sound, 
    Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 
    The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured 
    He closes with you in this consequence; 
    'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,' 
    According to the phrase or the addition 
    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 
    about to say? By the mass, I was about to say 
    something: where did I leave? 
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REYNALDO 
    At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' 
    and 'gentleman.'
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LORD POLONIUS 
    At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry; 
    He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman; 
    I saw him yesterday, or t' other day, 
    Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, 
    There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; 
    There falling out at tennis:' or perchance, 
    'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' 
    Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. 
    See you now; 
    Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: 
    And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, 
    With windlasses and with assays of bias, 
    By indirections find directions out: 
    So by my former lecture and advice, 
    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!
    Exit REYNALDO 
    Enter OPHELIA 
    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, 
    Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced; 
    No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, 
    Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; 
    Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; 
    And with a look so piteous in purport 
    As if he had been loosed out of hell 
    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;
    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; 
    Then goes he to the length of all his arm; 
    And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, 
    He falls to such perusal of my face 
    As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; 
    At last, a little shaking of mine arm 
    And thrice his head thus waving up and down, 
    He raised a sigh so piteous and profound 
    As it did seem to shatter all his bulk 
    And end his being: that done, he lets me go: 
    And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, 
    He seem'd to find his way without his eyes; 
    For out o' doors he went without their helps, 
    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. 
    This is the very ecstasy of love, 
    Whose violent property fordoes itself 
    And leads the will to desperate undertakings 
    As oft as any passion under heaven 
    That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 
    What, have you given him any hard words of late?
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OPHELIA 
    No, my good lord, but, as you did command, 
    I did repel his fetters and denied 
    His access to me.
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LORD POLONIUS 
    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! 
    By heaven, it is as proper to our age 
    To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions 
    As it is common for the younger sort 
    To lack discretion. 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. 
    Exeunt 
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