Polonius. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,

Are joyfully returned.

King. 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.

King. O, speak of that: that I do long to hear.

Polonius. Give first admittance to th'ambassadors.

My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.