_Enter, Ofelia._ _Cor._ Farewel, how now _Ofelia_, what's the news with you? _Ofe._ O my deare father, such a change in nature, So great an alteration in a Prince, So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee, 35 A maidens eye ne're looked on. _Cor._ Why what's the matter my _Ofelia_? _Of._ O yong Prince _Hamlet_, the only floure of _Denmark_, Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had, The Iewell that ador'nd his feature most 40 Is filcht and stolne away, his wit's bereft him, Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone, There comes hee to mee, with a distracted looke, His garters lagging downe, his shooes vntide, And fixt his eyes so stedfast on my face, 45 As if they had vow'd, this is their latest obiect. Small while he stoode, but gripes me by the wrist, And there he holdes my pulse till with a sigh He doth vnclaspe his holde, and parts away Silent, as is the mid time of the night: 50 And as he went, his eie was still on mee, For thus his head ouer his shoulder looked, He seemed to finde the way without his eies: For out of doores he went without their helpe, And so did leaue me. 55 _Cor._ Madde for thy loue, What haue you giuen him any crosse wordes of late? _Ofelia_ I did repell his letters, deny his gifts, As you did charge me. _Cor._ Why that hath made him madde: 60 By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to cast Beyond our selues, as t'is for the yonger sort To leaue their wantonnesse. Well, I am sory That I was so rash: but what remedy? Lets to the King, this madnesse may prooue, 65 Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue. _exeunt._ [Sidenote: [SC. VI.]] _Enter King and Queene, Rossencraft, and Gilderstone._ _King_ Right noble friends, that our deere cosin Hamlet Hath lost the very heart of all his sence, It is most right, and we most sory for him: Therefore we doe desire, euen as you tender Our care to him, and our great loue to you, 5 That you will labour but to wring from him The cause and ground of his distemperancie. Doe this, the king of _Denmarke_ shal be thankefull. _Ros._ My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes 10 Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound By loue, by duetie, and obedience. _Guil._ What we may doe for both your Maiesties To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne, We will indeuour all the best we may, 15 So in all duetie doe we take our leaue. _King_ Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft.