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This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
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 grief: let her be round with him;
And I'll be placed, 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.
It shall be so:
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
SCENE II. A hall in the castle
Enter HAMLET and Players
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if
you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor
do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very
torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a
robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of
the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb
shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-
herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
I warrant your honour.