And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him then. And now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend,
I have a daughter-have whilst she is mine —
Who in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.
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To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most
beautified Ophelia —
That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile
phrase: but you shall hear.
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these; in her excellent white bosom, these, etc.
Queen
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Polonius
Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
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Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans. But that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him,
Hamlet
This in obedience hath my daughter show'd me;
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.
King
But how hath she receiv'd his love?
Polonius
What do you think of me?
King
As of a man faithful and honourable.
Polonius
I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me, what might you,
Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think,
If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight,
What might you think? No, I went round to work,
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: