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Blasted with ecstasy: O! woe is me,

To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

King. Love! his affections do not that way tend;

Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

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

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,

Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

From fashion of himself. What think you on 't?

Pol. It shall do well: but yet do I believe

The origin and commencement of his grief

Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!

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 griefs: let her be round with him;

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.

Exeunt.

 169 Blasted: withered

175 disclose: hatching

181 variable: various

182 something-settled: somewhat settled

183 beating: pondering

184 fashion of himself: his ordinary manner

194 find: find out 