Enter Duke, and Dutchefs, Players. Duke. Full thirty times hath Phabus' Carr gone round Neptune's falt wafh, and Tellus' orbed ground; Dutch, So many journeys may the Sun and Moon 1 So far from cheer and from your former state, 6 Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; ? And as my love is fiz'd, my fear is fo. Where love is great, the smallest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Duke. 'Faith, I muft leave thee, Love, and shortly too : My operant powers their functions leave to do, sheen] Splendour, luftre. 6-ev'n as they love.] Here feems to be a line loft, which hould have rhymed to love. 7 And as my love is fix'd, my fear is fo.] Mr. Pope fays, I read fiz'd; and indeed, I do fo: because, I obferve, the quarto of 1605 reads, ciz'd; that of 1611 cix'; the fo'is in 1632, fi; and that in 1623, fiz'd: and becaufe, befides, the whole tenour of the context demands this reading: For the lady evidently is talking here of the quantity and propotion of her love and fear; not of their continuance, duration, or ftability. Cleopatra expreffes herfelf much in the fame manner, with regard to her grief for the lofs of Antony. -our Size of Sorrow, Proportion'd to our Cause, must be as great As that which makes it. THEOBALD. And And thou fhalt live in this fair world behind, Dutch. Oh, confound the reft! Such love must needs be treafon in my breast: None wed the second, but who kill the first. 8 Dutch, The inftances, that fecond marriage move, Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. A fecond time I kill my husband dead, When fecond husband kiffes me in bed. Duke. I do believe, you think what now you speak; Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Their own enactures with themselves destroy. Whether love leads fortune, or else fortune love. The inftances.] The motives. 2what to ourselves is debt:] The performance of a refolution in which only the r folver is interested, is a debt only to himfelf, which he may therefore remit at pleasure. The violence of either griefor joy. Their own ena&tures with them felves deftroy.] What grief or joy enact or determine in their violence, is revoked in their abatement. Enatures is the word in the quarto; all the modern editions have enalters. The The great man down, you mark, his fav'rite flies; But orderly to end where I begun, That our devices ftill are overthrown Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. Sport and repofe lock fron me, day and night! 2 An Anchor's cheer in prifon be my Scope! Ham. If the fhould break it now Duke. 'Tis deeply fworn; Sweet, leave me here a while; My fpirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with fleep. Dutch. Sleep rock thy brain, [Sleeps. And never come mifchance between us twain! [Exit. Ham. Madam, how like you this Play? Queen. The lady protefts too much, methinks. Ham. Oh, but fhe'll keep her word. King. Have you heard the argument, is there no offence in't? 2 An Anchor's cheer in prifn be my cope!] May my whole liberty and enjoyment be to live on hermit's fare in a prison. Anchor is for anchorete. Ham. Ham. No, no, they do but jeft, poifon in jeft. No offence i' th' world. King. What do you call the Play? Ham. The Moufe-Trap. Marry, how? tropically. This Play is the image of a murder done in Vienna; Gonzaga is the Duke's name, his wife's Baptifta; you fhall fee anon, 'tis a knavish piece of Work; but what o' that? your Majesty, and we that have free fouls, it touches us not. Let the gall'd jade winch, our withers are unrung. Enter Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the Duke. Oph. You are keen, my Lord, you are keen. Ham. It would coft you a groaning to take off my edge. Oph. Still better and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murderer.Leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come. The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Confederate feafon, elle no creature feeing, On wholfome life ufurp immediately. [Pours the poifon into his ears. Ham. He poifons him i'th' garden for's eftate. His name's Gonzaga; the ftory is extant, and writ in choice Italian. You fhall fee anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzaga's wife. Opb. The King rises. Ham. What, frighted with falfe fire! Pol. Give o'er the Play. King. Give me fome light. Away! All. Lights, lights, lights! [Exeunt. Manent Hamlet and Horatio. Ham. Why, let the ftrucken deer go weep, For fome must watch, whilft fome must sleep; Would not this, Sir, and a foreft of Feathers, if the reft of my fortunes turn Turk with me, with two provincial roses on my rayed shoes, get me a fellowfhip in a cry of Players, Sir? Hor. Half a fhare. Ham. A whole one, I. "For thou doft know, oh Damon dear, "This realm difmantled was "Of Jove himself, and now reigns here "A very, very,-Peacock. |