_Cor._ Marke my Lord. Doubt that in earth is fire, Doubt that the starres doe moue, Doubt trueth to be a liar, But doe not doubt I loue. 75 To the beautifull _Ofelia_: Thine euer the most vnhappy Prince _Hamlet_. My Lord, what doe you thinke of me? I, or what might you thinke when I sawe this? _King_ As of a true friend and a most louing subiect. 80 _Cor._ I would be glad to prooue so. Now when I saw this letter, thus I bespake my maiden: Lord _Hamlet_ is a Prince out of your starre, And one that is vnequall for your loue: Therefore I did commaund her refuse his letters, 85 Deny his tokens, and to absent her selfe. Shee as my childe obediently obey'd me. Now since which time, seeing his loue thus cross'd, Which I tooke to be idle, and but sport, He straitway grew into a melancholy, 90 From that vnto a fast, then vnto distraction, Then into a sadnesse, from that vnto a madnesse, And so by continuance, and weakenesse of the braine Into this frensie, which now possesseth him: And if this be not true, take this from this. 95 _King_ Thinke you t'is so? _Cor._ How? so my Lord, I would very faine know That thing that I haue saide t'is so, positiuely, And it hath fallen out otherwise. Nay, if circumstances leade me on, 100 Ile finde it out, if it were hid As deepe as the centre of the earth. _King._ How should wee trie this same? _Cor._ Mary my good lord thus, The Princes walke is here in the galery, 105 There let _Ofelia_, walke vntill hee comes: Your selfe and I will stand close in the study, There shall you heare the effect of all his hart, And if it proue any otherwise then loue, Then let my censure faile an other time. 110 _King._ see where hee comes poring vppon a booke. _Enter Hamlet._ _Cor._ Madame, will it please your grace To leaue vs here? _Que._ With all my hart. _exit._ _Cor._ And here _Ofelia_, reade you on this booke, 115 And walke aloofe, the King shal be vnseene.