POLONIUS.
Have I, my lord? Assure you, 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 us'd to do, — that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
KING.
O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
POLONIUS.
Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
