Ham. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a fpeech of fome dozen or fixteen lines, which I would fet down, and infert in't? could ye not? Play. Ay, my Lord. Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and, look, you mock him not. My good friends, [to Rof. and Guild.] I'll leave you 'till night. You are welcome to Elfinoor. Rof. Good my Lord. SCENE VIII, Manet Hamlet. [Exeunt. Ham. Ay, fo, God b'wi'ye. Now I am alone. 8 That, from her working, all his visage wan'd; A broken voice, and his whole function fuiting, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he fhould weep for her? What would he do, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, A dull and muddy-mettled rafcal, peak, 2 unpregnant of my caufe, And can fay nothing. No, not for a King, Upon whofe property and moft dear life 3 A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? lain! 4 Why, what an afs am I? this is most brave, A Scullion. Fy upon't! foh! 5 About, my brain! I've heard, 1 -the general ear-] The ears of all mankind. So before, Caviare to the general, that is, to the multitude. 2-unpregnant of my caufe,] Unpregnant, for having no due WARBURTON. Rather, not quickened with a fenfe of. new defore of vengeance; not teeMing with revenge. 3A damn'd defeat was made.] Defeat, for deftruction, WARB. Rather, difpoffeffion. 4 -kindiefs-] Unnatural. 5. About, my brain!] Wits, to your work. Brain, go about the prefent bufinefs. Been Been ftruck fo to the foul, that presently For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds ACT III. SCENE I. The PALACE. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rofincrantz, Guildenstern, and Lords. A KING. ND can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating fo harfhly all his days of quiet, With turbulent and dang'rous lunacy? Rof. He does confefs, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be founded When we would bring him on to fome confeffion Queen. Did he receive you well? Rof. Moft like a gentleman. ୨ Guil. But with much forcing of his difpofition. Rof. Niggard of question, but of our demands Moft free in his reply. Queen. Did you affay him to any pastime? Rof. Madam, it fell out, that certain Players Pol. 'Tis moft true: And he befeech'd me to entreat your Majefties King. With all my heart, and it doth much con tent me To hear him fo inclin❜d. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, Rof. We fhall, my Lord. King. Sweet Gertrude leave us too; For we have clofely fent for Hamlet hither, Her father, and myfelf, lawful Efpials, [Exeunt. Will so bestow ourselves, that, feeing, unfeen, - Queen. I fhall obey you! And for my part, Ophelia, I do wish, That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness! So fhall I hope, your virtues May bring him to his wonted way again To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.-Gracious, fo please ye, We will beftow ourselves-Read on this book; To Oph. That fhew of fuch an exercise may colour The devil himself. King. Oh, 'tis too true. How smart a lash that speech doth give my confcience! [Afide. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plaftring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, |