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Prince of Denmark, II. i

He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound

That it did seem to shatter all his bulk

And end his being. That done, he lets me go,

And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,

He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;

For out o' doors he went without their help,

And to the last bended their light on me.

Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.

This is the very ecstasy of love,

Whose violent property fordoes itself

And leads the will to desperate undertakings

As oft as any passion 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 sorry that with better heed and judgment

I had not quoted him; I fear'd he did but trifle,

And meant to wrack thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!

By heaven, 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 to the king:

This must be known; which, being kept close, might move

More grief to hide than hate to utter love.

Come.

 95 bulk: breast

102 ecstasy: madness

103 property: nature

fordoes: destroys

112 quoted: observed

113 wrack: ruin

beshrew: curse

jealousy: suspicion, mistrust

115 cast beyond: be over subtle

119 More love; cf. n. 