Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет - стр. 19

Upon our first, he sent out to suppress

His nephew's levies, which to him appear'd

To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;

But better look'd into, he truly found

It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd,

That so his sickness, age, and impotence

Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests

On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys,

Receives rebuke from Norway; and in fine,

Makes vow before his uncle never more

To give th'assay of arms against your Majesty.

Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,

Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,

And his commission to employ those soldiers

So levied as before, against the Polack:

With an entreaty, herein further shown,

[Gives a paper]

That it might please you to give quiet pass

Through your dominions for this enterprise,

On such regards of safety and allowance

As therein are set down.

It likes us well;

And at our more consider'd time we'll read,

Answer, and think upon this business.

Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour.

Go to your rest, at night we'll feast together:.

Most welcome home.

[Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius]

This business is well ended.

My liege and madam, to expostulate

What majesty should be, what duty is,

Why day is day, night night, and time is time

Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,

And tediousness the limbs and outward

                         flourishes,

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Mad call I it; for to define true madness,

What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

But let that go.

More matter, with less art.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.

That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;

And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure,

But farewell it, for I will use no art.

Mad let us grant him then. And now remains

That we find out the cause of this effect,

Or rather say, the cause of this defect,

For this effect defective comes by cause.

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend,

I have a daughter-have whilst she is mine —

Who in her duty and obedience, mark,

Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.

[Reads]

To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most

                         beautified Ophelia —

That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile

phrase: but you shall hear.

[Reads]

these; in her excellent white bosom, these, etc.

Came this from Hamlet to her?

Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

[Reads]

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.