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Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then
Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger his life half a year : But, by'r-lady, he must build
To sound what stop she please: Give me that man churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him on, with the hobby-horse ; whose epitaph is, For,
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, 0, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.
As I do thee.--Something too much of this.-- Trumpets sound. The dumb Show follows.
There is a play to-night before the king;

Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly; the
One scene of it comes near the circumstance,

Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels
Which I have told thee of my father's death.
I pr’ythee, when thou see'st that act afoot,

and makes show of protestation unto him. He

takes her up, and declines his head upon her Even with the very comment of thy soul

neck ; lays him down upon a bank of flowers ; Observe my uncle: if his occulted guilt

she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anom comes Doth not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen;

in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and

pours poison in the King's cors, and exit. The And my imaginations are as foul

Queen returns ; finds the King dead, and makes As Vulcan's stithy.' Give him heedful note:

passionate action. The Poisoner, with some For I mine eyes will rivet to his face:

two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to And, after, we will both our judgments join

lament with her. The dead body is carried In censure of his seeming. Hor.

Well, my lord :

away. The Poisomer woos the Queen with If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing,

gifts ; she seems wath and unwilling awhile,

but, in the end, accepts his love. (Exeunt. And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be

Oph. What means this, my lord ? idle :

Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho;' it Get you a place.

means mischief.

Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of Danish March. A Flourish.

Enter King, the play. QUEEN, Polonius, Ophelia, RosencRANTZ,

Enter Prologue. GUILDENSTERN, and others.

Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?

cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Ham. Excellent, i'faith ; of the camelion's dish : Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ! I eat the air, promise-crammed: You cannot feed Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: capons so.

Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to King. I have nothing with this answer, Ham- tell you what it means. let; these words are not mine.

Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord, --you played the play. once in the university, you say? [To Polonius. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,

Pol. That did I, my lord: and was accounted a Here stooping to your clemency, good actor.

We beg your hearing patiently. Ham. And what did you enact ?

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring ! Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar; I was killed i'the

Oph. "Tis brief, my lord. Capitol; Brutus killed me.

Ham. As woman's love.
Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capi-
tal a calf there.--Be the players ready?

Enter a King and a Queen.
Ros. Ay, my lord ; they stay upon your patience. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart
Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus'' orbed ground; attractive.

And thirty dozen moons, with borrowed sheen,' Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. About the world have times twelve thirties been; Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,
[Lying down at Ophelia's Feet. Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
Oph. No, my lord.

P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and
Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap?
Oph. Ay, my lord.

Make us again count o'er, ere love be done!
Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
Oph. I think nothing, my lord.

So far from cheer, and from your former state, Ham. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, legs.

Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: Oph. What is, my lord ?

For women fear too much, even as they love; Ham. Nothing

And women's fear and love hold quantity; Oph. You are merry, my lord.

In neither aught, or in extremity. Ham. Who, I ?

Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; Oph. Ay, my lord.

And as my love is siz'd," my fear is so. Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should a Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; man do, but be merry ? for look you, how cheer- Where little fears grow great, great love grows fully my mother looks, and my father died within

there. these two hours.

P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

shortly too; Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear My operant powers their functions leave to do: black, for I'll have a suit of sables.' O heavens! And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, ? A stithy is a smith's shop.


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Honor'd, belov'd; and, haply, one as kind cally. This play is the image of a murder Jone For husband shalt thou

in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, P. Queen.

O, confound the rest! Baptista : you shall see anon ; 'tis a knavish piece Such love must needs be treason in my breast : of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we In second husband let me be accurst!

that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. galled jade wince, our withers are unwrungHam. That's wormwood.

P. Queen. The instances,' that second marriage This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.

Are base respects of thrift, but none of love;

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. A second time I kill my husband dead,

Ham. I could interpret between you and your

love, if I could see the puppets dallying. When second husband kisses me in bed. P. King. I do believe, you think what now you

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. speak;

Hum. It would cost you a groaning, to take off But, what we do determine, oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory:

Oph. Still better, and worse. Of violent birth, but poor validity :

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree :

murderer ;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin.

Come; But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

-The croaking raven
Most necessary 'tis, that we forget

Doth bellow for revenge.
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,

Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and

time agreeing; The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy

Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Their own enactures with themselves destroy :

Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,

Thy natural magic and dire property,
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange,

On wholesome life usurp immediately.
That even our loves should with our fortunes change;

[Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate.

His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writWhether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark, his favorite flies;

ten in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, how

the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. The poor advanced makes friends of enemies. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend:

Oph. The king rises. For who not needs, shall never lack a friend;

Ham. What! frighted with false fire ? And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

Queen. How fares my lord ?

Pol. Give o'er the play.
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But, orderly to end where I begun,-

King. Give me some light:-away!

Pol. Lights, lights, lights !
Our wills, and fates, do so contráry run,
That our devices still are overthrown;

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.

Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:

The hart ungalled play: So think thou wilt no second husband wed;

For some must watch, while some must sleep; But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead.

Thus runs the world away:P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the heaven light!

rest of my fortunes turn 'Turk with me,) with two Sport and repose lock from me, day and night!

Provencial roses on my razede shoes, get me a felTo desperation turn my trust and hope ! An anchor's' cheer in prison be my scope !

lowship in a cry' of players, sir?

Hor. Half a share. Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,

Ham. A whole one, I. Meet what I would have well, and it destroy !

For thou dost know, O Damon dear, Both here, and hence, pursue me, lasting strife,

This realm dismantled was If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

Of Jove himself; and now reigns here Ham. If she should break it now,

[To Ophelia.

A very, very--peacock.

Hor. You might have rhymed.
P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me
here awhile;

Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word

for a thousand pound. Didst perceive ? My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.


Hor. Very well, my lord.

Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,
P. Queen.
Sleep rock thy brain,

Hor. I did very well note himn.
And never come mischance between us twain !

· Ham. Ah, ah !--Come, some music; come, the [Exit.

recorders. —
Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

For if the king like not the comedy,
Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.

Why then, belike,-he likes it not, perdy. :-
King. Have you heard the argument? Is there

Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. no offence in't ?

Come, some music. Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with no offence i'the world.

King. What do you call the play?

Ham. Sir, a whole history.
Ham. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropi- Guil. The king, sir,

Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?
Motives. Determinations. 3 Anchoret.

the thing
Curse. & Slashed.

+ Pack, company. In which he'll catch the conscience of the king,

• A kind of flute.

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Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- | organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do pered.

you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Ham. With drink, sir !

Call me what instrument you will, though you can Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

fret me, you cannot play upon me. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more

Enter PoloniUS. richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to God bless you, sir ! put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge

Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, him into more choler.

and presently. Guil. Good my loril, put your discourse into some

Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

shape of a camel? Ham. I am tame, sir :-pronounce.

Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great

Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. You are welcome.

Ham. Or, like a whale ? Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of

Pol. Very like a whale. the right breed. If it shall please you to make me

Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, by.-They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will

come by and by shall be the end of my business.

Pol. I will say so.

[Exit Polosius. Ham. Sir, I cannot.

Hum. By and hy is easily said.-Leave me, Guil. What, my lord ? Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's "Tis now the very witching time of night;

friends. [Ereunt Ros., Guil., Hob., 46. diseased : But, sir

, such answer as I can make, you when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out shall command: or, rather, as you say, my

mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: "My mother

, Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot

blood, you say, Ros. Then thus she says; Your behavior hath Would quake to look on. Soft: now to my

And do such business as the bitter day struck her into amazement and admiration.

mother. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!–But is there no sequel at the heels of o, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever

The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: this mother's admiration? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, I will speak daggers to her, but use none;

Let me be cruel, not unnatural: ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our How in my words soever she be shent,"

My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: mother. Have you any further trade with us?

To give them sealso never, my soul, consent! [Erit. Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. SCENE III.-A Room in the same.

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of dis- Enter Kırg, Rosencrantz, and GuildENSTERS. temper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you;

King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, friend.

I your commission will forthwith despatch,
Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.
of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow
Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice and he to England shall along with you:

The terms of our estate may not endure
Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grou's,—the

Out of his lunes.' proverb is something musty.


We will ourselves provide: Enter the Players, with Recorders. Most holy and religious fear it is, 0, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw To keep those many many bodies safe, with you :—Why do you go about to recover the That live, and feed, upon your majesty. wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? | With all the strength and armor of the mind,

Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you The lives of many. The cease of majesty

That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest play upon this pipe ?

Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw Guil. My lord, I cannot.

What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, Ham. I pray you.

Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Ham. I do beseech you.

Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.

Each small annexment, petty consequence, Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ven

Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone tages' with your fingers and thumb, give it breath Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent

King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; music. Look you, these are the stops. Guil . But these cannot I command to any utter. For we will fetters put upon this fear,

Which now goes too free-footed. ance of harmony; I have not the skill.

Ros. Guil.

We will haste us. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERS. you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck

Enter Polonius. out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and Behind the arras I'll convey myself, there is much music, excellent voice, in this little

a Reproved. • Authority to put them in execution. Lunacies.

Utmost stretch.

1 Holes.

To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him | Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, home:

And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: 'Tis meet that some more audience, than a mother, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. (Exit. Since nature makes them partial, should o’erhear

The King rises and advances.
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege;
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain

below: And tell you what I know. King. Thanks, dear my lord. Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.

[Erit. [Exit Polonius. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;

SCENE IV-Another Room in the same. It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

Enter Queen and Polonius.
A brother's murder !–Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will;

Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home

to him: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;. And, like a man to double business bound,

Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear

with; I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand

And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between

Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,

Pray you, be round with him. To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, Fear me not:-withdraw, I hear him coming.


I'll warrant you; But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,

[Polonius hides himself. To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

Enter HAMLET. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Ham. Now mother; what's the matter? My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much ofCan serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!

fended. That cannot be; since I am still possess'd

Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Of those effects for which I did the murder,

Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

tongue. May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ? Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

a In the corrupted currents of this world,

Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;


What's the matter now? And oft ’tis seen, the wicked prize itself

Queen. Have you forgot me? Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:


No, by the rood," not so: There is no shuffling, there the action lies You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid, And, -would it were not so !-you are my mother. Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can To give in evidence. What then? what rests?

speak. Try what repentance can: What can it not? Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?

not budge; O wretched state! O bosom, black as death! You go not, till I set you up a glass O limed soul; that struggling to be free,

Where you may see the inmost part of you. Art more engaged! Help, angels, make assay! Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of

me? steel,

Help, help, ho! Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;

Pol. [Behind.) What, ho! help!
All may be well!

[Retires and kneels.

How now! a rat?


Dead, for a ducat, dead. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; [Hamlet makes a pass through the Arras. And now I'll do't ;-—and so he goes to heaven: Pol. [Behind.)

0, I am slain. And so am I revenged ? That would be scann'd:'

[Falls, and dies. A villain kills my father; and, for that,

Queen. O me, what hast thou done? I, his sole son, do this same villain send


Nay, I know not: To heaven.

Is it the king? Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.

[Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth Polonius. He took my father grossly, full of bread;

Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; Ham. A bloody deed !-almost as bad, good And, how his audit stands, who knows, save Hea

mother, ven?

As kill a king, and marry with his brother. But in our circumstance and course of thought, Queen. As kill a king! 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then revenged, Ham.

Ay, lady, 'twas my word.To take him in the purging of his soul,

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell ! When he is fit and season'd for his passage ?

[To Polonius. No.

I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune: Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger. When he is drunk, asleep; or in his rage; Leave wringing of your hands: Peace;

you down, Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed; And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, At gaming, swearing ;-or about some act If it be made of penetrable stuff; That has no relish of salvation in't.

If damned custom have not braz'd it so, & Caught as with bird-lime. Should be considered.

That it be proof and bulwark against sense. # Hold, i. e. purpose.




Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag | A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe thy tongue

Of your precedent lord:-a vice of kings: In noise so rude against me?

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;

Such an act, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; And put it in his pocket!
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose


No more. From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

Enter Ghost. And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows


A king As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed

Of shreds and patches: As from the body of contraction' plucks

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings
The very soul; and sweet religion makes

You heavenly guards !- What would your gracious
A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

figure? With tristful' visage, as against the doom,

Queen. Alas, he's mad.
Is thought-sick at the act.

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
Ah me, what act,

That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?'

The important acting of your dread command?

0, say! Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this;

Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. See, what a grace was seated on this brow:

But, look! amazement on thy mother sits: Hyperion's' curls; the front of Jove himself;

0 step between her and her fighting soul: An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works;
A station like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;

Speak to her, Hamlet.

How is it with you, lady?
A combination, and a form, indeed,

Queen. Alas, how is't with you?
Where every god did seem to set his seal,

That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband.-Look you now, what

And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;

And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,

Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,"
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
You cannot call it, love: for, at your age,

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,

he glares!
Would step from this to this? Sense,' sure, you would make them capable." --Do not look upon

have, Else, could you not have motion : But, sure,


Lest with this piteous action, you convert

My stern effects :' then what I have to do
Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err;

Will want true color; tears, perchance, for blood.
Nor sense to ecstasy' was ne'er so thrallid,
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,

Queen. To whom do you speak this?

Do you see nothing there!
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen d you at hoodman-blind?'

Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see.
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,

Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans' all,


No, nothing, but ourselves. Or but a sickly part of one true sense

Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals Could not so mope.?

away! O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,

My father, in his habit as he liv'd! If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

[Erit Ghost. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:

This bodiless creation ecstasy'
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

Is very cunning in.

Ham. Ecstasy!
And reason panders will.
O Hamlet, speak no more:

My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,

And makes as healthful music: It is not madness,
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots,

That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

And I the matter will re-word; which madness As will not leave their tinct."

Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Ham.

Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Stew'd in corruption; honeying and making love

That not your trespass but my madness speaks:
Over the nasty sty;

It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;
O, speak to me no more; Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;

Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears:
No more, sweet Hamlet.

Repent what's past: avoid what is to come;
A murderer, and a villain: And do not spread the compost on the weeds,

To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue 1 Marriage contract.

9 Sorrowful. For in the fatness of these pursy times, 3 Index of contents prefixed to a book. Apollo's. • The act of standing.


& Imagination. & Grow fat. Sensation. • Frenzy.

* The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, with • Blindman's buil. 1 Without. 2 Be so stupid. out life or sensation.

• Intelligent. Color 4 Greasy.

• Actions. 1 Frenzy



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