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Enter POLONIUS
POLONIUS
The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Are joyfully return'd.
CLAUDIUS
Thou still hast been the father of good news.
POLONIUS
Have I, my lord? I assure 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 used to do, that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
CLAUDIUS
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.
CLAUDIUS
Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
Exit POLONIUS
He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
The head and source of all your son's distemper.
GERTRUDE
I doubt it is no other but the main;
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
CLAUDIUS
Well, we shall sift him.
Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS
Welcome, my good friends!
Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?