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Ham. On him! on him!--Look you, how And when you are desirous to be blest, pale he glares !

I'll blessing beg of you.--For this same lord, His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,

[Pointing to Polonius. Would make them capable.—Do not look upon I do repent; But heaven hath pleas’d it so,Lest, with this piteous action, you convert [me; 5 To punish him with me, and me with this, My stern effects: then, what I have to do That I must be their scourge and minister. Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. I will bestow him, and will answer well Queer. To whom do you speak this?

The death I gave him. So, again good night! Hom. Do you see nothing there?

I must be cruel, only to be kind : Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. 10 Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.Ham. Nor did you nothing hear ?

One word more, good lady. Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves.

Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: away!

Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; My father, in his habit as he liv'd!

15 Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse'; Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! And let him, for a pair of reechy* kisses,

[Exit Ghost. Or padling in your neck with his damn’d fingers, Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : Make you to ravel all this matter out, This bodiless creation ecstacy

That l'essentially am not in madness, Is very cuming in

20 But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know. Hain. Ecstacy'!

For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib”, And makes as healthful musick: It is not madness, Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, No, in despite of sense, and secrecy, And I the matter will re-word; which madness 25 Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, To try conclusions', in the basket creep, That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks: And break your own neck down. It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;

Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of Whiles rank corruption, inining all within, 301

breath, Infects unseen.

Confess yourself to heaven; And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; What thou hast said to me. And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Ham. I must to England; you know that? To make them ranker. Forgive me this my vir- Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis so concludedon. For, in the fatness of these pursy times, [tue: 35 Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two' Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;,

school-fellows, Yea, curbo, and woo, for leave to do him good. Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd', Queen. O, Hanilet! thou hast cleft my heart They bear the mandate; they must sweep my in twain.

And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; I way, Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, 40 For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer And live the purer with the other half.

Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard, Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed: But I will delve one yard below their mines, Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

And blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most sweet, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, When in one line two crafts directly meet !-Of habits devil, is angel yet in this;

45 This man shall set me packing. That to the use of actions fair and good

l'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: He likewise gives a frock or livery,

Mother, good night.—Indeed, this counsellor That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night;

Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, And that shall lend a kind of easiness

Who was in life a foolish prating knave. To the next abstinence: the next, more easy: 150 Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:For use can almost change the stanip of nature, Good night, mother. And either master the devil, or throw him out

[Erit the Queen, and Hamlet dragging in With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!|

Polonius. Ecstacy in this place, and many others, means a temporary alienation of mind, a fit. bend and truckle. Fr. courber. ? Mouse was once a term of endearment. * Reechy is smoky. • Gib was a common name for a cat. i. e. experiments. ? That is, adders with their fungs, or poisonous teeth, undrawn. Hoist for hoised; as past for passed.


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As level as the cannon to his blank,
A Royal Apartment.

Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,

And hit the woundless air-0, come away! Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. My soul is full

of diseord, and dismas. [Exeunt

. King. THERE's matter in these sighs, these 5 profound heaves;

SCENE II. You must translate ; 'tis fit we understand them:

Another Room.
Where is your son ?

Enter Hamlet.
Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. Ham. Safely stow'd. But soft,

[To Ros. and Guil. who go out. 10 Ros. &c. weithin. "Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night? Ham. What noise? who calls on Hamlet? 0, King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

here they come. Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both

Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. contend

Ros. Wbat have you done, my lord, with the Which is the mightier : In his lawless fit, 15

dead body?

[kin. Behind the arras hearing something stir,

Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto'tis He whips his rapier out, and cries, A rut! a rat! Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it And, in his brainish apprehension, kills

thence, The unseen good old man.

And hear it to the chapel. King. O heavy deed !


Ham. Do not believe it. It had been so with us, had we been there:

Ros. Believe what? His liberty is full of threats to all;

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not To you yourself, to us, to every one.

mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge ! Alas ! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?

-what replication should be made by the son of It will be laid to us; whose providence (haunt', 25 a king? Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of Ros. Take you me for a spunge, my lord? This mad young man: but so much was our love, Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's cowWe would not understand what was most fit;

tenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such But, like the owner of a foul disease,

officers do the king best service in the end: He To keep it from divulging, let it feed


keeps them, like an ape', in the corner of his jaw; Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? first mouth'd, to be last swallow'd: When he

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: needs what you have glean'd, it is but squeezing O'er whom his very madness, like some ore?,

youl, and, spunge, you shall be dry again. Among a mineral of metals base,

Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Shews itself pure; he weeps for what is done. 135

Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps King. O, Gertrude, come away!

in a foolish ear. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,

Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed

is, and go with us to the king. We must, with all our majesty and skill, [stern!

Ham. The body is with the king, but the king Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guilden- 40 is not with the body. The king is a thing— Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.

Guil. A thing, my lord? Friends both, go join you with some further aid :

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

fox', and all after.

[Ereunt. And from his mother'scloset hath he dragg’d him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body 45

S CE N E III. Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

Another Room. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil.

Enter King: Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the And let them know, both what we mean to do,

body, And what's untimely done: for haply, slander, 50 How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, Yet must not we put the strong law on him: Out of haunt, means out of company. Shakspeare seems to think ore to be or, that is, gold

. Base metals have ore no less than precious. ; Hanmer has illustrated this passage with the following note: “It is the way of monkeys, in eating, to throw that part of their food which they take up first, into a pouch they are provided with on the side of their jaw, and there they keep it till they have done with the rest." + This answer Dr. Johnson says he does not comprehend. "Perhaps it should be, The body is not with the king, for the king is not with the body. • There is a play among children cailed, Hide fox, and all aftor.


He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,

my mother. Come, for England. [Erit. Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes; King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with And where'tisso, the oifender's scourge is weigh'd,

speed aboard; But never the offence. To bear all smooth and Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: This sudden sending him away must seem (even, 5 Away; for every thing is seal'd and done Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,

That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make By desperate appliance are reliev'd,


[Exeunt Ros. and Guil. Or not at all.-llow now? what hath befallen? And, England ! if my love thou hold'st at aught, Enter Rosencrantz.

(As my great power thereof may give thee sense; Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, 10 Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red We cannot get from hiin.

After the Danish sword, and thy free awe King. But where is he?

Pays homage to us) thou may'st not coldly set? Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know Our sovereign process; which imports at full, your pleasure.

By letters conjuring to that effect, King. Bring him before us.

15 The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my

lord. For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Enter Hamlet, and Guildensterii.

And thou must cure me: 'Till I know 'tis done, King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. Ham. At supper.

[Erit. King. At supper? Where?


SCENE IV. Ham. Not where he eats, but wliere he is eaten: a certain convocation of politick worms are e'en

The Frontiers of Denmark. at him. Your worm is your only emperor for Enter Fortinbras, with an Army. diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish fat ourselves for maggots: Your fat king, and your 25. Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras [king; lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes,

Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march but to one table; that's the end.

Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. K'ing. Alas, alas !

If that his majesty would aught with us, Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath We shall express our duty in his eye, eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed 0:30 And let him know so. that worm.

Capt. I will do't, my lord. King. What dost thou mean by this?

Fur. Go softly on. [Exeunt Fortinbras, &c. Ham. Nothing, but to shew you how a king

Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, fc. may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius ?

351 Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Cupt. They are of Norway, sir. messenger find him not there, seek him the Ham. How purpos’d, sir, I pray you? other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find Capt. Against some part of Poland. him not within this month, you shall nose him as

Ham. Who commands them, sir? you go up the stairs into the lobby.

40 Capt. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras. King. Go seek him there.

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Ham. He will stay 'till you come.

Or for some frontier?

[Exeunt Attendants. Capt. Truly to speak, and with no addition, King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial We go to gain a little patch of ground, safety,

45 That hath in it no profit but the name. Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; For that which thou hast done,-must send thee Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, hence

A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend The bark is ready, and the wind at help', 150

it. The associates tend, and every thing is bent Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. For England.

Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thouHam. For England ?

sand ducats, King. Ay, Hamlet.

Will not debate the question of this straw: Ham. Good.

55 This isthe imposthume of much wealth and peace; King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

That inward breaks, and shews no cause without Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir. come; for England !-Farewell, dear mother. Capt. God be wi

[Exit Captain. King. Thy loving father, Hainlet.

Rós. Will't please you go, my lord? Ham. My mother :-Father and mother is man 60 Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and, so,

before. (Exeunt Ros. and the rest.

Ye, sir.

To set, is

Dr. Johnson supposes it should be read, The bark is ready, and the wind at helm. an expression taken from the gaming-table.

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How all occasions do inform against me, (And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield If his chief good, and market of his time,


(thought, Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Indeed would make one think, there might be Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse', 5 Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily". Looking before, and after, gave us not

Queen. "Twere good, she were spoken with; That capability and god-like reason

for she may strew To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

Let her coine in.

[Erit Horatio. Of thinking too precisely on the event,- 10 To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part Each ioy seems prologue to sonie great amiss : wisdom,

so full of artless jealousy is guilt, And, ever, three parts coward,—I do not know it spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Why yet I live to say, This thing 's to do;

Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Sith I have cause, and will,and strength, and means 15 Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of DenTo do't. Examples, gross as carth, exhort me: Queen. How now, Ophelia? [mark? Witness, this army, of such mass, and charge, Oph. How should I your true love know Led by a delicate and tender prince;

From another one ? Whose spirit, with divine ambition puft,

By his cockle hat, and staff, Makes mouths at the invisible event;


And by his sandal shoon“. [Singing. Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, Oph. Say you i nay, pray you, mark. Even for an egg-shell. Rightly, to be great

He is dead and

gone, lady, Is not to stir without great argument;

He is dead and gone ; But greatly to tind quarrel in a straw,


At his head a grass-green turf,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,

At his heels a stone.
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, 0, ho!
Excitements of my reason, and my blood,

Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see Oph. Pray, you, mark.
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, 30

White his shroud as the mountain snott'. That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,

Enter King
Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot, Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Oph. Lurded all with sweet flowers ;
Which is not tomb enough, and continent",

Which bewept to the grave did go,
To hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth, 135

With true-love showers.
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! King. How do you, pretty lady?


Oph. Well, God’ield you! They say, the ow! SCENE V.

was a baker's daughter". Lord, we know what Elsinour. A Room in the Palace. we are, but know not what we may be. God be

40 at your table ! Enter Queen, and Horatio.

King. Conceit upon her father. Queen. I will not speak with her.

Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; buto Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract: when they ask you, what it means, say you this: Her mood will needs be pity'd.

To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, Queen. What would she have?

45 All in the morning betime, Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she And I a maid at your window, hears,

[her heart; To be your Valentine: There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats Then up he rose, and don'd his clothes, Spurns enviously at straws; speaksthings in doubt, And dup't' the chamber-door ; That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, 50 Let in the maid, that out a maid Yet the unshaped use of it doth move

Never departed more. The hearers to collection’; they aiin* at it, King. Pretty Ophelia !

'i.e. such latitude of comprehension ; such power of reviewing the past, and anticipating the future. 2 Continent, in our author, means that which comprehends or encloses. Si. e. to deduce conse quences from such premises.

* To aim is to guess.

si, e. Though her meaning cannot be certainly collected, yet there is enough to put a mischievous interpretation to it. This is the description of a pilgrim. While this kind of devotion was in favour, love intrigues were carried on under that mask. Hence the old ballads and novels made pilgrimages the subjects of their plots.The cockle-shell hat was one of the essential badges of this vocation; for, the chief places of devotion being beyond sea, or on the coasts, the pilgrims were accustomed to put cockle-shells upon their hats, to denote the intention or performance of their devotion. ? This alludes to a legendary story, where our Saviour, being refused bread by the daughter of a baker, is described as punishing her by turning her into an owl. * To don, is to do on, to put on; as doff is to do off-put off.

Todas, is to do-up; to lift the latch.

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tumbled me,

Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end They cry, Choose we; Laertes shull be king!

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaudit to the clouds, By Gis, and by Saint Charity,

Laertes shull be king, Luerles king !
Alack, and fie for shame !

Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
Young men will do't, if they come to't; 5 O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs?.
By cock', they are to blaine.

King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Quoth she, before you

Enter Laertes, with others.
You promis'd me to wed: He answers, Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you

all So would I ha' done, by yonder 'sun,

without. An thou hadst not come to my


10 Al. No, let's come in. King. How long hath she been thus?

Laer. I pray you, give me leave. Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be All. We will, we will.

[Ereunt. patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, Luer. I thank you :-Keep the door.-0 thou they should lay him i’ the cold ground: My bro

vile king, ther shall know of it, and so I thank you for your 15 Give me my father. good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, Queen. Calmiy, good Laertes. ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, progood night.


claims me bastard; King. Follow her close; give her good watch, Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot I pray you.

[Exit Horatio.20 Even here, between the chaste unsiirched brow O ! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Of my true mother. All from her father's death: And now, behold, King. Wlaat is the cause, Laertes, 0 Gertrude, Gertrude,

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person ; But in battalions ! First, her father slain; 25 There's such divinity doth hedge a king, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author That treason can but peep to what it would, Of his own just remove: The people muddy’d, Acts little of his will. —Tell me, Laertes, Thick and unwholesome in iheir thoughts and Why thou art thus incens'd;-Let him go, Gerwhispers,

trude; For good Polonius' death; and we have done but|30 Speak, man. greenly,

Laer. Where is


father? In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia, King. Dead. Divided from herself, and her fair judgement; Queen. But not by him. Without the which weare pictures, or mere beasts. King. Let him demand his fill. with. Last, and as much containing as all these, 135 Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled Hler brother is in secret come from France: To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil! Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

I dare damnation : To this point I stand, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; That both the worlds I give to negligence, Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd, 40 Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Will nothing stick our person to arraign, Most throughly for my father. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, King. Who shall stay you? Like to a murdering piece “, in many places Laer. My will, not all the world's: Gives me superfluous death! [A noise within. And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Queen. Alack ! what noise is this?

45 They shall go far with little. Enter a Gentleman.

King: Good Laertes, King. Attend. Where are my Switzers? Let If you desire to know the certainty [venge, them guard the door:

Of your dear father's death, is 't writ in your reWhat is the matter?

That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and Gent. Save yourself, my lord; 1:0 Winner and loser?

[foe, The ocean, over-peering of his list",

Laer. None but his enemies.
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, King. Will you know them then? (arms;

Than young Laertes, in a riotous headl, [lord; Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my
O'er-bears your officers! The rabbie call him, And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
And, as the world were now but to begin, 55 Repast them with my blood.
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

King. Why, now you speak
The ratiñers and props of every ward',

Like a good child, and a true gentleman., ! This is a corruption of the sacred name. See note

? That is, without maturity of judgement. ' i. e. in private to inter him, + Such a piece as assassins use, with many barrels. It is necessary, to apprehend this, to see the justness of the similitude.

5 The lists are the barriers which the spectators of a tournament must not pass. • i.e. of every one of those securities that nature and law place about the person of a king. ? Hounds run counter when they trace the trail backwards. • i. e. clean, not defiled. 3 U 3


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