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 Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then; and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend: I have a daughter,—have, while she is mine,— Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this; now gather and surmise. [Reads. To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,— That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; "beautified" is a vile phrase; but you shall hear. Thus: