[Re-enter King and Polonius.]

King. 
Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little,
Was not like madness.  There’s something in his soul
O’er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger:  which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down:—­he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute: 
Haply the seas, and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart;
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself.  What think you on’t?

Pol. 
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 plac’d, 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.

King. 
It shall be so: 
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.

[Exeunt.]

Scene II.  A hall in the Castle.

[Enter Hamlet and cartain Players.]

Ham.  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, 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 cars 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 Player. 
I warrant your honour.

Ham.  Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor:  suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature:  for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own image, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.  Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance, o’erweigh a whole theatre of others.  O, there be players that I have seen play,—­and heard others praise, and that highly,—­not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature’s journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.