And have you been able to draw anything out of him? Why he's behaving in this confusing way, upsetting his calm with such a turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too, because we have just sent for Hamlet to come here so that he can encounter Ophelia, as though by chance. Her father and I, being lawful spies, will hide ourselves so that watching him but being unseen ourselves, we can frankly judge, according to his behaviour, whether it really is the affliction of his love or not that's making him suffer like this.

Love! His emotions and affections don't indicate that. And the things he said, though they lacked coherence to some extent, didn't sound like madness. There's something deep in his soul that he's brooding on and I'm convinced that it's developing into something dangerous. To prevent that, I have made a decision: I am sending him to England to collect the money they owe us. Perhaps different seas and countries and the new experiences he will have might clear this matter from his heart. What do you think, Polonius?