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With all my love I do commend me to you:
SCENE I. A Room in Polonius's House.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.
Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Rey
naldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey
you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey.
My lord, I did intend it.
has the royal semblance appeared, but till now has been withheld from speaking. For this event we have waited with impatient curiosity, unaccompanied by lassitude, or remitted attention.
The Ghost in this tragedy, is allowed to be the genuine product of Shakspeare's strong imagination. When he afterwards avails himself of traditional phantoms, as in Julius Cæsar, and King Richard III. they are but inefficacious pageants; nay, the apparition of Banquo is a mute exhibitor. Perhaps our poet despaired to equal the vigour of his early conceptions on the subject of preternatural beings, and therefore allotted them no further eminence in his dramas; or was unwilling to diminish the power of his principal shade, by an injudicious repetition of congenial images.
Pol. Marry, well said: very well said.
Inquire me first what Danskers' are in Paris;
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
As gaming, my lord.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
quaintly, Danskers-] Danske is the ancient name of Denmark.
another scandal —] i. e. a very different and more scandalous failing, namely habitual incontinency.
3 That's not my meaning:] That is not what I mean when I permit you to accuse him of drabbing.
That they may seem the taints of liberty:
But, my good lord,-
Ay, my lord, I would know that. Pol. Marry, sir, here's
in this consequence;
Very good, my lord.
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Pot. At, closes in the consequence, -Ay, marry;
• A savageness-) Savageness, for wildness. Of general assault.] i. e. such as youth in general is liable to. prenominate crimes,] i. e. crimes already named.
(Videlicet, a brothel,) or so forth.-
well. Rey. Good my lord,Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.? Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey.
Well, my lord.
Enter Ophelia. Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia ? what's the
matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so af
frighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;8 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.
Pol. Mad for thy love?
in yourself.] In your own person, not by spies. • Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;] Down-gyved means, hanging down like the loose cincture which confines the fetters round the ancles.
My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.
What said he?
eyes; For out o'doors he went without their helps, And, to the last, bended their light on me.
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
That hath made him mad.
all his bulk,] i. e. all his body.
foredoes itself,] To foredo is to destroy. • I had not quoted him:] i. e. observed him.