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 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 judgement I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wreck 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: