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hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, hither?

what is this quintessence of dust? man delights Guil. Prison, my lord!

not me,-nor woman neither; though by your Ham. Denmark's a prison.

smiling you seem to say so. Ros. Then is the world one.

Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many thoughts. confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, one of the worst.

Man delights not me? Ros. We think not so, my lord.

Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is man, what lenten' entertainment the players shall nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it receive from you: we coted them on the way: so: to me it is a prison.

and hither are they coming, to offer you service. Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one;'tis Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welcome; too narrow for your mind.

his majesty shall have tribute of me; the advenHam. O God! I could be bounded in a nut- turous knight shalt use his foil and target: the shell, and count myself a king of infinite space; lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall were it not that I have bad dreams.

end his part in peace: the clown shall make those Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for laugh whose lungs are tickled o’the sere: and the the very substance of the ambitious is merely the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shadow of a dream.

shall halt for't.-What players are they? Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.

Ros. Even those you were wont to take such Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and delight in, the tragedians of the city. light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ham. How chances it they travel ? their resi

Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and our dence, both in reputation and profit, was better both monarchs, and outstretched heroes, the beggars' ways. shadows: Shall we to the court ? for, by my fay,I Ros. I think their inhibition comes by the means cannot reason.

of the late innovation. Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you with did when I was in the city ? Are they so followed?

I the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like Ros. No, indeed, they are not. an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. Ham. How comes it? Do they grow rusty ? But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make Ros. Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wonted you at Elsinore?

pace: But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. eyases, that cry out on the top of question,'

Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in and are most tyrannically clapp'd fort: these are thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, now the fashion; and so berattle the common my thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you stages, (so they call them,) that many, wearing not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free rapiers, are afraid of goose quills, and dare scarce visitation ? Come, come; deal justly with me: come thither. come, come; nay speak.

Ham. What, are they children? who maintains Guil. What should we say, my lord ?

them? how are they escoted?'

Will they pursue Ham. Any thing—but to the purpose. You the quality. no longer than they can sin? will were sent for, and there is a kind of confession in they not say afterwards, if they should grow themyour looks, which your modesties have not craft selves to common players, (as it is most like, if enough to color: I know the good king and queen their means are no better,) their writers do them have sent for you.

wrong, to make them exclaim against their own Ros. To what end, my lord ?

succession ? Ham. That you must teach me. But let me Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre'them consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our on to controversy: there was, for a while, no money. ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better bid for argument, unless the poet and the player proposer could charge you withal, be even and di- went to cuffs in the question. rect with me, whether you were sent for, or no? Ham. Is it possible ?

Ros. What say you? [To GUILDENSTERN. Guil. O, there has been much throwing about

Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you; [Aside.] of brains. —if you love me, hold not off.

Ham. Do the boys carry it away? Guil. My lord, we were sent for.

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipa- his load, too." tion prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to Ham. It is not very strange: for my uncle is the king and queen moult no feather. I have of king of Denmark, and those, that would make late, (hut, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, forty, fifty, an hundred ducats a-piece, for his picit goes so heavily with my disposition, that this ture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile pro- more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. montory: this most excellent canopy, the air, look

[Flourish of Trumpets within. you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majes- Guil. There are the players. tical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent Your hands. Come then: the appurtenance of congregation of vapors. What a piece of work welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply. is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and "Spare. & Overtook. . Young nestlings.

1 Dialogue. 9 Paid 3 Profession. • Provoke. admirable! in action, how like an angel ! in ap

bi. e. The globe, the sign of Shakspeare's theatre. prehension, how like a god! the beauty of the & Compliment.

saw.

with you in this garb; lest my extent to the players, cellent play; well digested in the scenes, set down which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, more appear like entertainment than yours. You one said, there were no salads in the lines, to make are welcome; but my uncle-father, and aunt- the matter savory ; nor no matter in the phrase, mother, are deceived.

that might indite the author of affection : but Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, Ham. I am but mad north-north-west : when and hy very much more handsome than fine. One the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand- speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Eneas' tale to

Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he Enter Polonius.

speaks of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your mePol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

mory, begin at this line: let me see, let me see ;Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ;-and you too:

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,-at each ear a hearer: that great baby, you see

'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus. there, is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms, Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; When he lay couched in the ominous horse,

Black as his purpose, did the night resemble for they say an old man is twice a child. Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of

Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd the players; mark it.—You say right, sir: o'Mon. With heraldry more dismal; head to foot day morning; 'twas then, indeed.

Now is he total gules;', horridly trick'd Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.

With blood of suthers, mothers, daughters, sons; Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you: When Baked and impasted with the parching streets, Roscius was an actor in Rome,-

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord.

To their lord's murder: Roasted in wrath, and fire,

And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
Ham. Buz, buz!
Pul. Upon my honor,—-

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,

Old grandsire Priam seeks,-So proceed you.

Pol. 'Fore God my lord, well spoken; with good Pol. The best actors in the world, either for

accent, and good discretion. tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comi

1 Play.

Anon he finds him, cal, historical-pastoral, (tragical-historical, tragicalcomical-historical-pastoral,] scene individable, or

Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,

Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light.

For the law of writ. and the Repugnant to command: Unequal match'd, liberty, these are the only men.

Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide; Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,—what a

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword treasure hadst thou !

The unnerved futher falls. Then senseless llium, Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord?

Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Ham. Why -- One fair daughter, and no more,

Sloops lo his base; and with a hideous crash The which he loved passing well.

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword Pol. Still on my daughter.

[ Aside.

Which was declining on the milky head Ham. Am I not in the right, old Jephthah ?

of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick: Pol . If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;

And, like a neutral to his will and matter, a daughter, that I love passing well.

Did nothing.
Hum. Nay, that follows not.
Pol. What fol.ows then, my lord ?

But, as we often see, against some storm, Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then you The bold winds speechless, and the orb belov;

A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, know, Il came to pass, As most like it was,- The first row of the pious chanson will show you Doth rend the region: 80, after Pyrrhus pause,

As hush as death: anon the dreadful thunder more: for look, my abridgment comes.

A roused vengeance sets him new a-work,
Enter four or five Players.

And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
You are welcome, masters : welcome all ;-I am

On Mars's armor, forged for proof eterne,' glad to see thee well :-welcome, good friends :- With less remorse ihan Pyrrhus' bleeding sword 0, old friend! Why, thy face is valanced" since I Now falls on Priam.saw thee last ; Com’st thou to beard me in Den- Qut, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, mark? - What! my young lady and mistress! In general synod, take away her power; By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, when I saw you last by the altitude of a chopine.' And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent As low as to the fiends! gold, be not cracked within the ring.—Masters, you

Pol. This is too long. are all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French fal- Ham. It shall to the barber's with your beard.coners, fly at any thing we see: We'll have a Pr’ythee, say on :-He's for a jig, or a tale of barspeech straight : Come, give us a taste of your dry, or he sleeps :say on: come to Hecuba. quality ; come, a passionate speech.

i Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobledo 1 Play. What speech, my lord ?

queenHam. I heard thee speak me a speech once,

Ham. "The mobled queen ? but it was never acted ;-or, if it was, not above

Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the

1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning million; 'twas caviare' to the general :: but it

the flames was (as I received it and others, whose judgments, With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an ex

Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe, *Writing. • Fringed.

*Red, a term in heraldry. Clog:

•Light clouds. * Multitude.

• Affectation.

*Christmas carols.
. An Italian dish made of the roes of fishes.

4 Above.

Convict.
# Blazoned.
2 Mumed.

1 Eternal.
• Blind.

you live.

About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,

With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; For Hecuba! Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 'Gainst fortune's state would treason have pro- That he should weep for her? What would he do, nounced:

Had he the motive and the cue for passion, But if the gods themselves did see her then, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, The instant burst of camor that she made, Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, (Unless things mortal move them not at all,) The very faculties of eyes and ears. Would have made milch' the burning eye of heaven, Yet I, And passion in the gods.

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Pól. Look whether he has not turn'd his color, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, and has tears in 's eyes.—Pr’ythee, no more. And can say nothing; no, not for a king,

Ham. 'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the Upon whose property, and most dear life, rest of this soon. Good my lord, will you see the A damn'd defeats was made. Am I a coward ? players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across ? well used; for they are the abstract, and brief Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? chronicles, of the time: After your death you were Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while

throat,

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their Ha! desert.

Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: Use But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape To make oppression bitter ; or, ere this, whipping ? Use them after your own honor and I should have fatted all the region kites dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is With this slave's offal: Bloody, bawdy villain ! in your bounty. Take them in.

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless, vilPol. Come, sirs.

lain! [Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Why, what an ass am I? This is most brave; Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to- That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, morrow.--Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, play the murder of Gonzago ?

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

And fall a cursing, like a very drab, Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, A scullion! for a need, study a speech of some dozen or six- Fye upon't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I teen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't:

have heard, could you not?

That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Have by the very cunning of the scene Ham. Very well.–Follow that lord; and look | Been struck so to the soul, that presently you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, They have proclaim'd their malefactions; (To Ros. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night: you For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak are welcome to Elsinore.

With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Ros. Good my lord!

Play something like the murder of my father, [Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GuildersTERN. Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am I'll tent him' to the quick; if he do blench," alone.

I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! May be a devil: and the devil hath power Is it not monstrous, that this player here,

To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) That from her working all his visage wann'd; Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect,

More relative than this: The play's the thing, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. (Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I-A Room in the Castle. When we would bring him on to some confession

Of his true state.
Enter King, QUEEX, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosen- Queen. Did he receive you well ?
CRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.

Ros. Most like a gentleman.

Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. King. And can you, by no drift of conference,

Ros. Niggard of question ; but, of our demands, Get from him, why he puts on this confusion; Most free in his reply. Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

Queen.

Did you assay him With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

To any pastime? Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted;

Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players But from what cause he will by no means speak. We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; And there did seem in him a kind of joy But with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,

• Destruction. • Uppatural Search his wounds. • Milky.

Overtook.

• Shrink or start.

you did;

To hear of it: They are about the court; That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
And, as I think, they have already order

When he himself might his quietus' make
This night to play before him.

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels' bear,
Pol.

"Tis most true: To grunt and sweat under a weary life; And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, But that the dread of something after death, To hear and see the matter.

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn' King. With all my heart; and it doth much No traveller returns,-puzzles the will; content me

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
To hear him so inclin'd.

Than fly to others that we know not of!
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And drive his purpose on to these delights. And thus the native hue of resolution
Ros. We shall, my lord.

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; [Eceunt Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. And enterprizes of great pith and moment, King.

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too: With this regard, their currents turn awry,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither; And lose the name of action.-Soft you, now!
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here The fair Ophelia :-Nymph, in thy orisons:
Affront. Ophelia :

Be all my sins remember'd.
Her father, and myself, (lawful espials,")

Oph.

Good my lord,
Will so bestow ourselves, that seeing, unseen, How does your honor for this many a day !
We may of their encounter frankly judge;

Ham. I humbly thank you; well.
And gather by him, as he is behaved,

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
If't be the affliction of his love or no,

That I have longed long to re-deliver;
That thus he suffers for.

I pray you, now receive them.
Queen.
I shall obey you:
Ham.

No, not I:
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,

I never gave you aught.
That your good beauties be the happy cause Oph. My honor'd lord, you know right well,
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope, your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again, And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd
To both your honors.

As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Oph.

Madam, I wish it may. Take these again; for to the noble mind,

[Exit Queen. Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here : - Gracious, so There, my lord.
please you,

Ham. Ha, ha ! are you honest ?
We will bestow ourselves :—Read on this book ; Oph. My lord?

[To OPHELIA. Ham. Are you fair ?
That show of such an exercise may color

Oph. What means your lordship?
Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this,- Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should
"Tis too much prov'd, -that, with devotion's visage, admit no discourse to your beauty.
And pious action, we do sugar o'er

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better com-
The devil himself.

merce than with honesty? King:

0, 'tis too true! how smart Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, his likeness; this was some time a paradox, but Than is my deed to my most painted word: now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. O heavy burden!

[Aside. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. Ham. You should not have believed me: for [Exeunt King and Polonius. virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we

shall relish of it: I lov'd you not.
Enter HAMLET.

Oph. I was the more deceived.
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question :- Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; Why wouldst thou
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer

be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, that it were better my mother had not borne me: I And, by opposing, end them ? — To die, - to am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more sleep,

offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put
No more ;-and, by a sleep, to say we end them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks act them in: What should such fellows as I do
That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation crawling between earth and heaven! We are arrant
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die ;—to sleep :- knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a
To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the nunnery. Where's your father?

Oph. At home, my lord.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, may play the fool no where but in 's own house.
Must give us pause: There's the respect," Farewell.
That makes calamity of so long life;

Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens !
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's con- for thy dowry; Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
tumely,

snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, a nunnery; farewell: Or, if thou wilt needs marry, The insolence of office, and the spurns

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what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable go; and quickly too. Farewell.

of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise : Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him!

I would have such a fellow whipt for o'er-doing Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well 'Termagant; it out-herods Herod :* Pray you, enough; God hath given you one face, and you avoid it. make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and 1 Play. I warrant your honor. you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own your wantonness your ignorance : Go to; I'll no discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the more of't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will word, the word to the action ; with this special have no more marriages; those that are married observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep nature: for any thing so overdone is from the puras they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet. pose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and

Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn sword:

her own image, and the very age and body of the The expectancy and rose of the fair state, time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful The observed of all observers ! quite, quite down! | laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, censure of which one, must, in your allowance," That suck'd the honey of his music vows, o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, players, that I have seen play,--and heard others Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; praise, and that highly,—not to speak it profanely, That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor Blasted with ecstasy ;' 0, woe is me!

the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so To have seen what I have seen, see what I see ! strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some Re-enter King and Polonius.

of nature's journeymen had made men, and not

made them well, they imitated humanity so abomiKing. Love ! his affections do not that way tend; nably. Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

1 Play. I hope, we have reformed that indifWas not like madness. There's something in his ferently with us. soul,

Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

that play your clowns, speak no more than is set And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose,

down for them: for there be of them, that will Will be some danger : Which for to prevent, themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren I have, in quick determination,

spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, Thus set it down; He shall with speed to England, some necessary question of the play be then to be For the demand of our neglected tribute :

considered: that's villanous; and shows a most Haply, the seas, and countries different,

pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make With variable objects, shall expel

you ready.

[Exeunt Players. This something-settled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains, still beating, puts him thus

Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and GuilFrom fashion of himself. What think you on't ?

Pol. It shall do well : but yet I do believe, How now, my lord ? will the king hear this piece The origin and commencement of his grief

of work? Sprung from neglected love.—How now Ophelia ? Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said; Ham. Bid the players make haste.We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please ;

[Exit Polonius. But, if you hold it fit, after the play,

Will you two help to hasten them? Let his queen mother all alone entreat him

Both. Ay, my lord. To show his grief; let her be round“ with him ; [Exeunt Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear

Hain. What, ho; Horatio !
Of all their conference: If she find him not,

Enter HORATIO.
To England send him : or confine him, where
Your wisdom best shall think.

Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
King:

It shall be so:

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
[Exeunt. Hor. O, my dear lord,
Ham.

Nay, do not think I flatter :
SCENE II.-A Hall in the same. For what advancement may I hope from thee,

Enter HAMLET, and certain Players. That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pro

To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor nounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;

be flatter'd ? if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, And could of men distinguish her election, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you She hath seal’d thee for herself: for thou hast been must acquire and beget a temperance, that may As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul

, to A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the The meaner people then seem to have sat in the pit.

• Herod's character was always violent. • Alienation of mind.

*Impression, resemblance.

# Approbation. • Reprimand him with freedom.

Quick, ready.

DENSTERN

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