Hamlet, [2.2.142-151]. Polonius. “And then I prescripts gave her,/ That she should lock herself from his resort,/ Admit no messengers, receive no tokens./ Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;/ And he, repelled –a short tale to make–/ Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,/ Thence to a watch, thence to a weakness,/ Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,/ Into the madness wherein now he raves,/ And all we mourn for.”
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