Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced85,
No hat86 upon his head, his stockings fouled,
Ungartered, and down-gyved87 to his ankle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a look so piteous in purport89
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors -- he comes before me.
POLONIUS Mad for thy love?
OPHELIA My lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear it.
POLONIUS What said he?
OPHELIA He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm96,
And with his other hand thus o'er his brow
He falls to such perusal of my face
As99 he would draw it. Long stayed he so.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
That it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go,
And, with his head over his shoulders turned,
He seemed to find his way without his eyes,
For out o'doors he went without their help,
And to the last, bended their light108 on me.
POLONIUS Go with me: I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy110 of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself111
And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.