King. But how hath she recieved his love?
Polonius. What do you think of me?
King. As of a man faithful and hourable.
Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing -
As I percieved it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me - what might you
Or my dear Majesty your queen here think
If I had played the desk or table-book,
Or given my heart a winking mute and dumb,
Or looked upon this love with idle sight -
What might you think? No, I went round to work,
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
'Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star.
This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit not messengers, recieve no tokens;
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,
And he, repelled - a short tale to amke -
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,....