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At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
Pol. Come, go with me, I will go seek the King.
Oph. No, my good lord ; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters, and deny'd His access to me.
Pol. That hath made him mad. I'm sorry, that with better speed and judgment 7 I had not quoted him. I fear'd, he trifl’d, And meant to wreck thee; but beshrew my jealousy; It seems, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger fort To lack discretion. Come; go we to the King.
7 I had not QUOTED him.-] To lack difcretion--] This The old quarto reads coted. It is not the remark of a weak man. appears Shakespenr wrote noted. The vice of age is too much fufo Quoted is nonsense. WARB. picion. Men long accutioned
To quote is, I believe, to reco to the wiles of life cal commonkon, to take an account of, to ly be, ond r?cr f.Ives, let their take the quotient or result of a cunning go further than reason computation.
can attend it. This is always it is as proper to our age the fault of a little mind, made To caft beyond ourselves in our artful by long comincrce with opinions,
the world. As it is common for the younger
9 This must be known; which, being kept close,
might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter, love. (Exeunt,
Enter King, Queen, Rosincrantz, Guildenstern, Lords,
and other Attendants.
ELCOME, dear Rofincrantz, and Guild
enftern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need, we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something you have heard Of Hamlet's transformation ; fo I call it, Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th’understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I entreat you both, That being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour, That you vouchlafe your Rest here in our Court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleatures, and to gather,
9 This must be known; which, will occasion hate and resentment
being kept ciose, migh! more from Hamlet. The poet's ill More grief to hide, than hate and obscure expression seems to
to utter, love.} i. e. This have been caused by his affeciamust be made known to the tion of concluding the fiene with King, for (being kept sec:et) a couplet.
WARB. the hiding Hamid's love might Harmer reads, occasion more mischief to us Niore grief to hide hate, than from him and the Queen, than 10 ulter love. the uttering or reve.ling of it
So much as from occasions you may glean,
Rof. Both your majesties
us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty:
Guil. But we both obey,
King. Thanks, Rosincrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
And, I beseech you, instantly to visit
Guil. Heav'ns make our presence and our practices Pleafant and helpful to him! [Exeunt Rof. and Guil. Queci. Amen.
· To fhew us so much gen- raised may be completed by the
try) Gentry, for com- defired effect. plaisance. WARBURTON.
i in the fu'l bent,) Bent, ? For the fup:ly, &c.] That the for endeavour, applicat 07. hope which your arrival has
WARBURTON. N 2
King. Thou still hast been the father of good news.
King. Oh, speak of that, that I do long to hear.
Pol. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be s the fruit of that
feast. King. Thyself do grace to thein, and bring them in.
[Exit Pol. He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper.
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main, Flis
father's death, and our o'er-hafty marriage.
Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand, and Cornelius.
King. Well, we shall sift him.- Welcome, my
good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
Volt. Most fair return of Greetings, and Desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His Nephew's levies, which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But, better look'd into, he truly found
4 -- the trail of plicy.--] The
the fruit) The def trail is the curse of an animal sert after the meat. pursued by the fient.
It was against your Highness : Whereat griev'd,
King. It likes us well;
. Go to your Rest; ’ at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home!
[Exeunt Ambas. Pol. This business is well ended. * My liege, and Madam, 9 to expostulate
6 Gives him three shousand that of a weak, pedant, mini
crowns in annual fee;] This ster of state. His declamation is reading first obtain'd in the edia, a fine satire on the impertinent tion put out by the players. But oratory then in vogue, wh ch all the old quarto's (from 160;, placed reason in the formality of downwards) read, as I have re- method, and wit in the gingle form'd the text. TheoB. and play of words. With what
7- at night we'll feast ) art is he made to pride himself in The King's intemperance is ne
his wit : ver suffered to be forgotten.
That be mal, 'tis true ; 'ris : My Liege, and Madam, 10 true, 'tis pits;
expoftulate] The strokes of And pity lis, iris true; A humour in this speech are ad
foolith figure; mirable. Polonius's character is But farewel it