 Mad for thy love? II. i. 74-120 -- 970-1017
971 Oph. {O my Lord, my Lord} <Alas my Lord>, I haue beene so affrighted,
972 Pol. With what {i'th name of God} <in the name of Heauen>? 973 Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my {closset} <Chamber>, 974 Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd, 975 No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled, 976 Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle, 977 Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, 978 And with a looke so pittious in purport 979 As if he had been loosed out of hell 980 To speake of horrors, he comes before me. 981 Pol. Mad for thy loue? 982 Oph. My lord I doe not know, 982 But truly I doe feare it. 983 Pol. What said he? 984 Oph. He tooke me by the wrist, and me hard, 985 Then goes he to the length of all his arme, 986 And with his other hand thus ore his brow, 987 He falls to such perusall of my face 988 As {a} <he> would draw it, long stayd he so, 989 At last, a little shaking of mine arme, 990 And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe, 991 He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound 992 {As} <That> it did seeme to shatter all his bulke, | 994 And with his head ouer his {shoulder} <shoulders> turn'd 995 Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes, 996 For out adoores he went without theyr {helps,} <helpe;> 997 And to the last bended their light on me. 998 {E2v} Pol. {Come,} goe with mee, I will goe seeke the King, 999 This is the very extacie of loue, 1000 Whose violent propertie fordoos it selfe, 1001 <Oo2v> And leades the will to desperat vndertakings 1002 As oft as any {passions} <passion> vnder heauen 1003 That dooes afflict our natures: I am sorry, 1004 What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late? 1005 Oph. No my good Lord, but as you did commaund 1006 I did repell his letters, and denied 1007 His accesse to me. 1008 Pol. That hath made him mad. 1009 I am sorry, that with better {heede} <speed> and iudgement 1010 I had not {coted} <quoted> him, I {fear'd} <feare> he did but trifle 1011 And meant to wrack thee, but beshrow my Ielousie: 1012 {By heauen} <It seemes> it is as proper to our age 1013 To cast beyond our selues in our opinions, 1014 As it is common for the younger sort 1015 To lack discretion; come, goe we to the King, 1016 This must be knowne, which beeing kept close, might moue 1017 More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue, <Exeunt.> 1017 {Come. Exeunt.} |