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I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune;
Thou find'ft, to be too bufy, is fome danger.

Leave wringing of your hands

; peace; fit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so I fhall,

If it be made of penetrable stuff:

If damned cuftom have not braz'd it fo.

That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Queen, What have I done, that thou dar'ft wag thy tongue

In noise fo rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,

That blurs the grace and blush of modefty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And fets a blifter there; makes marriage vows
As falfe as dicers' oaths, Oh fuch a deed,
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very foul, and fweet religion makes
A rhapfody of words. Heav'n's face doth glow
"O'er this folidity and compound mass,

With heated vifage, as against the doom;
Is thought-fick, at the act.
Queen. Ay me! what act,

So the qu's, P. and C. All the rest read betters.

r So the qu's and C; the reft, is. The fo's, R. and T. makes for fets. i. e. contrat, folemn obligation. The fo's, R. T. H. J. and C. read yea inftead of o'er.

w So the qu's; all the reft triftful.

* W. reads and as 'gainft, &c. y P. reads 'Tis. Here feems no need of altering the old qu's: they are fenfe already if rightly pointed. Heav'n gleavs upon the carth with beated (angry) vifage, as against the doom; (beawen) is thoughte fick at the c.

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z That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index?
Ham. Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit prefentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was feated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

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An eye, like Mars, to threaten and command;
A ftation, like the herald Mercury

New-lighted on a heaven-kiffing-hill;

A combination, and 3 a form indeed,

Where ev'ry god did feem to fet his seal,

To give the world affurance of a man.

This was your husband, --- Look you now what follows,
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear,
Blafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? ha? have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for, at your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judginent
Would step from this to this? Senfe fure you have,

Elfe could you not have motion; but, fure, that sense
Is apoplex'd, for madness vould not err;

Nor fenfe to ecftafy was ne'er fo thrall'd,
But it referv'd fome quantity of choice

To ferve in fuch a difference '.--- What devil was 't,"

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That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without fight,

Ears without hands or eyes, fmelling fans all.
Or but a fickly part of one true fenfe,
Could not fo mope.

O fhame! where is thy blush? Rebellious" hell,
If thou canst * mutiny in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax

And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no fhame,
When the compulfive P ardour gives the charge;
Since froft itself as actively doth burn
And reafon panders will.

Queen. O Hamlet, fpeak no more.

• Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul, And there I fee fuch black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.

k W. fays that, Motion depends fo little upon sense, that the greatest part of motion in the universe, is amongst bodies devoid of fenfe: therefore motion is improper, and we should read notion, i. e. intelle&, reafon, &c. But why may not motion here fignify the power of moving one's felf as one pleases, or felf-motion, and then it is neceffary it should be accompanied by both fenfe and will.

What is in italic is omitted in the

fo's, RP, and H.

k Qu's, bodman blind.

1 H. puts beat instead of bell.
• The qu's, fo's and C. read mutine.
P The qu's, fo's and R. read ardure.
9 The fo's and R. read As instead of
And.

The qu's and P. read pardons.
• The qu's read,
Thou turn'fi my very eyes into my foule
And there I fee fuch blacke and greeved
Spots

As will leaue there their tin'Я.

Ham

Ham. Nay, but to live

In the rank fweat of an inceftuous bed,

Stew'd in corruption, honying and making love

Over the nafty fty!

Queen. O fpeak" to me no more,

Thefe words like daggers enter in my ears,
No more, fweet Hamlet.

Ham. A murderer, and a villain!

A flave, that is not twentieth part the w

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Of your precedent lord. A vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

That from a fhelf the precious diadem ftole
And put it in his pocket.

Ham. A king of fhreds and patches --

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, [ Starting up. You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure ? Queen. Alas, he's mad—

Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, That, laps'd in time and paffion, let's go by

The 1st q. reads infeemed; the fo's,enfeamed; i. e. grofs, fulfome, finish. Seam is properly the fat or greafe of a bog; derived from sebum, or fevum ; which words Ifidore brings à fue.

u These words to me are in the qu's, fo's and R. P. drops them (for the fake of the measure, probably) and they are not reftor'd by the after-editors, till C. w The qu's read kytb.

* By a vice is meant that buffoon character, that ufed to play the fool in old plays. T.

y This speech of the queen's is omit ted by the 2d and 3d qu's and P.

z H. reads Ob! no more.

a A king of fhreds and patches.] This is faid, pursuing the idea of the vice of kings. The vice was dreffed as a fool, in a coat of party-coloured patches. 7. b Put in by R.

Th'

Th' important acting of your dread command ?
O fay!

Ghoft. Do not forget. This vifitation
Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose.
But look! amazement on thy mother fits;
O step between her and her fighting foul:
Conceit in weakest bodies ftrongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.

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Ham. How is it with you, lady?

Queen. Alas! how is't with you?

That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' incorporal air do hold difcourfe?
Forth at your eyes your fpirits wildly peep,
And, as the fleeping foldiers in th' alarm,`
Your f bedded hairs, like life in h excrements,

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1 Start up, and ftand an end. O gentle fon, Upon the heat and flame of thy diftemper

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale he glares! His form and caufe conjoin'd, preaching to ftones, Would make them capable. Do not look * upon me, Left with this piteous action you convert

My ftern effects; then what 'I have to do,

Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood.

The 2d and 3d qu's read fighing. So the qu's. The 1ft f. had omitted do; the 2d f. to make up the verse, fupplies thus before you, instead of do after you; and is followed by the reft.

e The 1ft f. reads their corporal, &c. The fo's and R. read the corporal. f The 2d and 3d qu's, read beaded. The qu's, fo's, and C. read hair.

The hairs are excrementitious, that is without life or fenfation: yet thofe very hairs, as if they had life, start up, &c. P.

i The 2d and 3d qu's and C. read starts and ftands.

k P. alters upon to on: fo all after him, but C.

The 3d and 4th fo's read bave I.

Queen.