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KING

Love? His affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little, [165]
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul

O’er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination [170]
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England

For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel

This something settled matter in his heart, [175]
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on’t?

POLONIUS
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief

Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia? [180]
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit, after the play

Let his queen-mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief, let her be round with him, [185]
And I’ll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,

To England send him; or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.

KING
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go. [190]

Exeunt.

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