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.
Elsinore. hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and three of the Players.
Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our
players do, I had as live 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 your 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 whipp'd for
o'erdoing
Termagant. It out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
Player. I warrant your honour.
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