Queen
More matter, with less art.
Polonius
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 while she is mine—
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.
Reads.; Reads.
Queen
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Polonius
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him,
Hamlet
This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means and place,
All given to mine ear.