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Act II. Scene II. - flamingo



Act II. Scene II.
Elsinore. A room in the Castle.

Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis.

KING. 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 I call it,
Sith nor th' 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 th' understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of. I entreat you both
That, being of so young clays brought up with him,
And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour,
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.Ôother but the main,
His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.



KING. Well, we shall sift him.




Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.

Welcome, my good friends.
Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?Ôlse but mad?
But let that go.



QUEEN. write_ads(1,1)>
More matter, with less art.



POLONIUS. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
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 while she is mine),
Who in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.




[Reads] the letter.ÔBefore 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:
'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.
This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,
And he, repulsed, a short tale to make,
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves,Ôl. Do you know me, my lord?



HAMLET. write_ads(1,1)>
Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.



POLONIUS. Not I, my lord.



HAMLET. Then I would you were so honest a man.



POLONIUS. Honest, my lord?



HAMLET. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
pick'd out of ten thousand.



POLONIUS. That's very true, my lord.



HAMLET. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?



POLONIUS. I have, my lord.



HAMLET. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.



POLONIUS. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet
he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far
gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremityÔ willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my
life,




Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

POLONIUS. Fare you well, my lord.



HAMLET. These tedious old fools!



POLONIUS. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is.



ROSENCRANTZ. [to Polonius] God save you, sir!




Exit [Polonius].

GUILDENSTERN. My honour'd lord!



ROSENCRANTZ. My most dear lord!



HAMLET. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?



ROSENCRANTZ. As the indifferent children of the earth.



GUILDENSTERN. Happy in that we are not over-happy.
On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.ÔHam. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my
fay, I cannot reason.



BOTH. We'll wait upon you.



HAMLET. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most
dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what
make you at Elsinore?



ROSENCRANTZ. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.



HAMLET. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were
you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free
visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak.



GUILDENSTERN. What should we say, my lord?



HAMLET. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; andÔh no other thing
to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a
piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in
action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the
beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what
is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman
neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.



ROSENCRANTZ. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.



HAMLET. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?



ROSENCRANTZ. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten
entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them
on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service.



HAMLET. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall Ô come thither.



HAMLET. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means
are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
against their own succession.



ROSENCRANTZ. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation
holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a
while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player
went to cuffs in the question.



HAMLET. Is't possible?



GUILDENSTERN. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.



HAMLET. Do the boys carry it away?



ROSENCRANTZ. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too.



HAMLET. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
those that would make mows at him while my father lived give
twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in
little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if
philosophy could find it out.




Flourish for the Players.

I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;mark
it. You say right, sir; a Monday morning; twas so indeed.



POLONIUS. My lord, I have news to tell you.



HAMLET. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in
Rome-



POLONIUS. The actors are come hither, my lord.



HAMLET. Buzz, buzz!



POLONIUS. Upon my honour-



HAMLET. Then came each actor on his ass-



POLONIUS. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy,
history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral; scene
individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are
the only men.



HAMLET. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!



POLONIUS. What treasure had he, my lord?



HAMLET. Why,
'One fair daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.'



POLONIUS. [aside] Still on my daughter.



HAMLET. Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?



POLONIUS. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that IÔe, give us a
taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech.



FIRST PLAYER. What speech, my good lord?



HAMLET. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd
not the million, 'twas caviary to the general; but it was (as I
receiv'd it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in
the top of mine) an excellent play, well digested in the scenes,
set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said
there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury,
nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of
affectation; but call'd it an honest method, as wholesome as
sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly lov'd. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line- let me see, let me see:Ôugnant to command. Unequal match'd,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick.
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death- anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new awork;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword now falls on Priam.
Out, ...


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