Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him!

The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return’d.

Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king: And I do think, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath used to do, that I have found The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy.

Give first admittance to the ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. Exit Polonius . He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son’s distemper.