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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:34:01 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:34:56 GMT
REYNALDO
I will, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:35:11 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make inquire
Of his behavior.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:35:32 GMT
REYNALDO
My lord, I did intend it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:35:45 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:35:55 GMT
REYNALDO
Ay, very well, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:36:07 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:36:17 GMT
REYNALDO
As gaming, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:36:29 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing: you may go so far.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:36:40 GMT
REYNALDO
My lord, that would dishonour him.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:36:52 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:37:13 GMT
REYNALDO
But, my good lord,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:37:25 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Wherefore should you do this?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:37:35 GMT
REYNALDO
Ay, my lord,
I would know that.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:37:48 GMT
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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