Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced, no hat upon his head, his stockings fouled, ungartered, and down-gyved to his ankle, pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other…And with a look so piteous in purport as if he had been loosed out of hell to speak of horrors—he comes before me. He took me by the wrist and held me hard. Then goes he to the length of all his arm, and, with his other hand thus overhis brow, he falls to such perusal of my face as he would draw it. As I was sewing in my closet…At last, a little shaking of mine arm, and thrice his head thus waving up and down, he raised a sigh so piteous and profound as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being. That done, he lest me go, and, with his head over his shoulder, turned, he seemed to find his way without his eyes, for out of doors he went without their helps and to the last bended their light on me.
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Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know, but I truly fear it.
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Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.