Pol.
Give him this ^note money and these ^note notes, Reynaldo ^note.

Rey.
I will, my lord.

Pol.
You shall do marvellous ^note wisely, ^note good Reynaldo ^note,
Before you visit him, to make inquire ^note
Of his behaviour.

Rey.
My lord, I did intend it.

Pol.
Marry ^note, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, ^note
Inquire me first what Danskers ^note are in Paris,
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at ^note what expense, and finding
By this encompassment and drift of question
That they do know my son, come you more nearer
Than ^note your particular demands will touch it:
Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him,

As ^note thus, ‘I know his father and his friends,
And in part him:’ do you mark this, Reynaldo ^note?

Rey.
Ay, very well, my lord.

Pol.
‘And in part him; but,’ you may say, ‘not well:
But if't ^note 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.

Rey.
As gaming, my lord.

Pol.
Ay, or drinking, fencing ^note, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing: you may go so far. ^note

Rey.
My lord, that would dishonour him.

Pol.
Faith, no ^note; as you may season it in the charge.
You must not put another ^note scandal on him,
That ^note 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 ^note blood,
Of general assault. ^note

Rey.
But, my good lord,— ^note

Pol.
Wherefore should you do this?

Rey.
Ay, my lord ^note,
I would know that. ^note

Pol.
Marry, sir, here's my drift,

And I believe it is a fetch of warrant ^note:
You laying these slight sullies ^note on my son,
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the ^note working,
Mark you, ^note
Your party in converse, him ^note you would ^note sound, ^note
Having ever seen in ^note the prenominate ^note crimes
The youth you breathe ^note of guilty, be assured
He closes with you in this consequence ^note;
‘Good sir,’ or so ^note, or ^note ‘friend,’ or ‘gentleman,’
According to the phrase or ^note the addition ^note
Of man and country.

Rey.
Very good, my lord.

Pol.

And then, sir, does he this—he does ^note—what was I about to say? By the mass ^note, I was about to say something ^note: where did I leave? ^note

Rey.

At ‘closes in the consequence,’ at ‘friend or so,’ and ‘gentleman.’ ^{note note}

Pol. ^note
At ‘closes in the consequence,’ ay, marry;
He closes with you thus ^note: ‘I know the gentleman;

I saw him yesterday, or t'other ^note day,
Or then, or then ^note, with such, or such ^note, and, as you say,
There was a' ^note gaming, there ^note o'ertook ^note in's rouse,
There ^note falling out at tennis:’ or perchance,
‘I saw him enter such ^note a house of sale ^note,’
Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
See you now ^note;
Your bait of falsehood takes ^note this carp ^note of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses and with assays ^note of bias,
By indirections ^note find directions out:
So, by my former lecture and advice ^note,
Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?

Rey.
My lord, I have.

Pol.
God be wi' ye ^note; fare ye ^note well.

Rey.
Good my lord! ^note

Pol.
Observe his inclination in ^note yourself.

Rey.
I shall, my lord.

Pol.
And let him ply his music.

Rey.
Well, my lord. ^note

Pol.
Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo. ^note Enter Ophelia. ^note
How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?

Oph.
O, my lord ^note, my lord, I have been so affrighted!

Pol.
With what, i' the ^note name of God ^note?

Oph.
My lord, as I was sewing ^note in my closet ^note,
Lord ^note Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,
No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd ^note,
Ungarter'd and down-gyved ^note 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 ^note comes before me.

Pol.
Mad for thy love?

Oph.
My lord, I do not know,
But truly I do fear it. ^note

Pol.
What said he?

Oph.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard ^note;
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 ^note would draw it. Long ^note stay'd he so;
At last, a little shaking of mine ^note arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous ^note and profound
As ^note it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, ^note he lets me ^note go:

And with his head over his shoulder ^note turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o' doors ^note he went without their helps ^note,
And to the last bended their light on me.

Pol.
Come ^note, go with me: I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy of love;
Whose violent property fordoes ^note itself
And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As oft as any passion ^note under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
What, have you given him any hard words of late?

Oph.
No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters and denied
His access to me.

Pol.
That hath made him mad.
I am ^note sorry that with better heed ^note and judgement
I had not quoted ^note him: I fear'd ^note he did but trifle ^note
And meant to wreck ^note thee; but beshrew ^note my jealousy!
By heaven, ^note 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 ^note to the king:
This must be known; which ^note, being kept close, might move
More grief to hide than hate ^note to utter love.
Come. ^note [Exeunt.

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