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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:41:08 GMT
LORD POLONIUS Mad for thy love?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:41:41 GMT
OPHELIA My lord, I do not know; But truly, I do fear it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:41:51 GMT
LORD POLONIUS What said he?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:42:05 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:42:16 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:42:28 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:43:15 GMT
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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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:43:27 GMT
SCENE II. A room in the castle.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:43:39 GMT
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:44:38 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it, Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from the understanding of himself, I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That, being of so young days brought up with him, And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time: so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:45:09 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will As to expend your time with us awhile, For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:45:20 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:45:39 GMT
GUILDENSTERN But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:46:48 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:47:00 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz: And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
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