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Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; | And for your rapier most especial,
They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them 'That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
Of him that brought them?

If one could match you: the scrimers' of their King. Laertes, you shall hear them :

nation, Leave us.

[Exit Messenger. He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, [Reads. ] High and mighty, you shall know, Tam Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

If you oppos'd them: Sir, this report of his set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow, shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first ask. That he could nothing do, but wish and beg

Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. ing your purdon thereunto, recount the occasion of

Now, out of this, my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet.


What out of this, my lord? What should this mean? Are all the rest come King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? back.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

A face without a heart ! Laer. Know you the hand ?


Why ask you this ! King 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, - King. Not that I think, you did not love your And, in a postscript here, he says, alone:

father; Can you advise me ?

But that I know, love is begun by time; Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him And that I see, in passages of proof, come;

Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. It warms the very sickness in my heart,

There lives within the very flame of love That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; Thus diddest thou.

And nothing is at a like goodness still;
If it be so, Laertes,

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?-

Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, Will you be ruld by me?

We should do when we would; for this would Laer. Ay, my lord;

changes, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

And hath abatements and delays as many, King. To thine own peace. If he be now re- As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; turn'd,

And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, As checking' at his voyage, and that he means That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer. No more to undertake it, -I will work him Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

To show yourself in deed your father's son Under the which he shall not choose but fall: More than in words? And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe; Laer.

To cut his throat i’ the church. But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuAnd call it, accident.

arize; Laer.

My lord, I will be rul'd; Revenge should have no bounds. But, good The rather, if you could devise it so,

Laertes, That I might be the organ.

Will you do this: keep close within your chamber! King.

It falls right. Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home You have been talk'd of since your travel much, We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality, And set a double varnish on the fame Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts The Prenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, Did not together pluck such envy from him,

together, As did that one; and that, in my regard,

And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss, Of the unworthiest siege.

Most generous, and free from all contriving, Laer.

What part is that, my lord? Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, King. A very riband in the cap of youth, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes A sword unbated,' and, in a pass of practice, The light and careless livery that it wears, Requite him for your father. Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,


I will do't: Importing health and graveness.—Two months And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. since,

I bought an unction of a mountebank, Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

So mortal, that but dip a knife in it, I have seen myself

, and serv'd against, the French, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Collected from all simples that have virtue Had witchcraft in't ; he grew unto his seat; Under the moon, can save the thing from death, And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought, It may be death. That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,

King: Let's further think of this; Come short of what he did.

Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, Laer.

A Norman, was't? May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, King. A Norman.

And that our drift look through our bad performLaer. Upon my life, Lamord.

ance, King

The very same. 'Twere better not essay'd: therefore this project Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch'indeed, Should have a back, or second, that might hold, And gem of all the nation.

If this should blast in proof. Soft;— let me King. He made confession of you ; And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence,

• Daily experience.

i Not blunted as foils are. • Objecting to • Seat, place.

9 As firearms sometimes burst in proving their strength.

. Fencers.

* Ornament.

We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,' - | When down her weedy trophies, and herself, I ha't:

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread When on your motion you are hot and dry,

wide; (As make your bouts more violent to that end) And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; A chalice for the nonce;* whereon but sipping, As one incapable of her own distress,

he by chance escape your venom'd ck, Or like a creature native and indued Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise? | Unto that element: but long it could not be, Enter QUEEN.

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

Pulld the poor wretch from her melodious lay How now, sweet queen ?

To muddy death. Queen. One'woe doth tread upon another's heel, Laer.

Alas, then, she is drown'd? So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown’d, Laertes. Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet brook,

It is our trick; nature her custom holds, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Therewith fantastic garlands did she make The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord! Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But that this folly drowns it.

[Exit. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call King

Let's follow, Gertrude: them:

How much I had to do to calm his rage! There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Now fear I, this will give it start again; Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; Therefore, let's follow.



SCENE I.-A Church Yard.

another question to thee: if thou answerest me not

to the purpose, confess thyself Enter two Clowns, with Spades, fc.

2 Clo. Go to. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial,

i Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outgrave straight:' the crowner hath set on her, and lives a thousand tenants. finds it Christian burial.

1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her- gallows does well: but how does it well? it does self in her own defence ?

well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

the gallows is built stronger than the church; i Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; For here lies the point: If I drown myself wit-come. tingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, shipwright, or a carpenter? she drowned herself wittingly.

i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.' 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.

2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good:

1 Clo. To't. here stands the man; good: If the man go to this

2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. goes; mark you that: but if the water come to him,

i Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for and drown him, he drowns not himself: Argal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating:

and, when you are asked this question next, say, a his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law?

grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's quest law.

doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan and fetch me 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had a stoup of liquor.

[Exit 2 Clown. not been a gentlewoman, she should have been

1 Clown digs, and sings. buried out of Christian burial.

In youth, when I did love, did love, 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more

Methought, it was very sweet, pity, that great folks shall have countenance in this

To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove world to drown or hang themselves, more than their

0, methought, there was nothing meet. even® Christian, Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and

Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

he sings at grave-making. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?

Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.

easiness. 2 Clo. Why, he had none.

Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employi Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou un- ment hath the daintier sense. derstand the Scripture? The Scripture says, Adam 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, digged: Could he dig without arms? I'll put

Hath claw'd me in his clutch, * Skill • A cup for the purpose. Insensible.

1 Give over. Licentious.

. The song entire is printed in Percy's Reliques of an. Immediately. • Fellow.

cient English Poetry, vol. i: it was written by Lord Vaux.

: Thrust.

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nine year.

And hath shipped me into the land,

Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak As if I had never been such.

by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By

[Throws up a Skull. the lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier,

note of it; the age is grown so picked,' that the toe sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou been a as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which

grave-maker? this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circum- day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.

i Clo. Of all the days i’ the year, I came to't that vent God, might it not ?

Ham. How long's that since ? Hor. It might, my lord.

1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Good morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? that: It was that very day that young Hamlet was

born: he that is mad, and sent into England. This might be my lord Such-a-one, that praised my lord Such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it;

Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England!

i Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall remight it not? Hor. Ay, my lord.

cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great

matter there. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's;

Ham. Why? chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexion's spade: Here's fine revolution, an we had the men are as mad as he.

i Clo. "Twill not be seen in him there; there the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more

Ham. How came he mad? the breeding, but to play at loggats: with them?

1 Clo. Very strangely, they say. mnine ache to think on't.

Ham. How strangely? 1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, (Sings.

i Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Forand a shrouding sheet:

Ham. Upon what ground! 0, a pit of clay for to be made

i Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sex. For such a guest is meet.

ton here, man, and boy, thirty years. [Throws up a Skull. Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere

he rot ? Ham. There's another: Why may not that be i Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, the skull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits' now, (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that his quillets,' his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? | will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you ! why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will

you not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! Ham. Why he more than another? This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, i Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his trade, that he will keep out water a great while; double vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the fine of and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have dead body. Here's a skull now hath lain you i' his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch the earth three-and-twenty years. him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, Ham. Whose was it! than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? i Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Whose The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie do you think it was? in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no

Ham. Nay, I know not. more? ha?

i Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too.

jester. Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek Ham. This?

[Takes the Skull out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow:- 1 Clo. E'en that. Whose grave's this, sirrah?

Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!—I knew him, Horatio; I Clo. Mine, sir.

a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he 0, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings.

hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and For such a guest is meet.

now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes

gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have in't. i Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't

, and say it is chap-fallen?' Now get you to my lady's chamber, thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this fathou liest. i Clo. "Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

vor she must come: make her laugh at that.from me to you.

Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?

Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’ this 1 Clo. For no man, sir.

fashion i' the earth ? Ham. What woman then ?

Hor. E'en so. 1 Clo. For none neither.

Ham. And smelt so? pah! Ham. Who is to be buried in't?

[Throws down the Skull. 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest Hor. E'en so, my lord. her soul, she's dead.

Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! : An ancient game played as quoits are at present.

. By the compass.

Spruce, affected. • Countenance, complexion.

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. Subtilties.

Frivolous distinctions.

Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole ? Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the Grave. Hor. "Twere to consider too curiously, to con- Laer.

The devil take thy soul! sider so.

[Grappling with him. Ham. No, faith, not jot: but to follow him Ham. Thou pray'st not well. thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, For, though I am not splenetive and rash, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of Yet have I in me something dangerous, earth we make loam: And why of that loam, where- Which, let thy wisdom fear: hold off thy hand. to he was converted, might they not stop a beer- King. Pluck them asunder. barrel?


Hamlet, Hamlet! Imperious' Cæsar, dead, and turn’d to clay, All. Gentlemen,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:


Good my lord, be quict. O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, [The Attendants part them, and they come Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!'

out of the Grave. But soft! but soft! aside:-Here comes the king. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Enter Priests. &c., in Procession; the Corpse of Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Ophelia, LAERTES, and Mourners following;

Queen. O my son! what theme?

Ham. I lov'i Ophelia : forty thousand brothers King, QUEEN, their Trains, &c.

Could not, with all their quantity of love, The queen, the courtiers: Who is this they follow? Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her ? And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, King. O, he is mad, Laertes. The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Fordo? its own life. 'Twas of some estate:

Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do: Couch we a while, and mark.

Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fası ? woult (Retiring with HORATIO. tear thyself? Laer. What ceremony else?

Woul't drink up Esil?' eat a crocodile ? Ham.

Tha: is Laertes, I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine? A very noble youth: Mark.

To outface me with leaping in her grave? Laer. What ceremony else?

Be buried quick with her, and so will I: 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarged And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; Millions of acres on us; till our ground, And, but that great command o'ersways the order, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,

I'll rant as well as thou. Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on Queen.

This is mere madness; her;

And thus a while the fit will work on him; Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,"

Anon, as patient as the female dove, Her maiden strewinents, and the bringing home When that her golden couplets are disclos’a, Of bell and burial.

His silence will sit drooping. Lner. Must there no more be done?


Hear you, sir, 1 Priest.

No more be done! What is the reason that you use me thus?
We should profane the service of the dead, I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter;
To sing a requiem,' and such rest to her

Let Hercules himself do what he may,
As to peace-parted souls.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit. Laer.

Lay her i' the earth; King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon And from her fair and unpolluted flesh,


[Exit Horatio. May violets spring !-I tell thee, churlish priest, Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; A minist’ring angel shall my sister be,

[T0 LAERTES. When thou liest howling.

We'll put the matter to the present push.Ham.

What, the fair Ophelia! Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell! This grave shall have a living monument :

[Scattering Flowers. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; I hoped, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.

SCENE II.-A Hall in the Castle. Laer.

0, treble woe

Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense

Ham. So much for this, sir: now, shall you see Depriv'd thee of!-Hold off the earth a while,

the other;Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:

You do remember all the circumstance? [Leaps into the Grave. Hor. Remember it, my lord ! Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, Till of this flat a mountain you have made

That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head

Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.' Rashly, or blue Olympus.

And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know, Ham. (Advancing.) What is he, whose grief

Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow When our deep plots do pall;' and that should Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them


teach us, stand

* Eisel is vinegar, but Mr. Steevens conjectures the word

should be Weisel, a river which falls into the Baltic ocean. •Imperial. » Undo, destroy. • Hatched.

Mutineers. • Broken pots or tiles.


1 Fetters and handcuffs brought from Bilboa in Spain. A mass for the dead.

• Living

· Pail.

1 Blast.


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There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Rough-hew them how we will.

England, Hor.

That is most certain. What is the issue of the business there. Ham. Up from my cabin,

Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; My sea-gown scarf 'd about me, in the dark And a man's life no more than to say, one. Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire ; But I am very sorry, good Horatio, Finger'd their packet: and, in fine, withdrew That to Laertes I forgot myself; To mine own room again: making so bold, For by the image of my cause, I see My fears forgetting manners, to unseal

The portraiture of his: I'll count' his favors: Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me A royal knavery; an exact command,

Into a towering passion. Larded with many several sorts of reasons,


Peace; who comes here! Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,

Enter Osric.
With, ho! such bugs' and goblins in my life,
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,

Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,

Denmark. My head should be struck ofl.

Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.- Dost know this Hor. Is't possible ?

waterfly? Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more

Hor. No, my good lord. leisure.

Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed ?

vice to know him: He hath much land, and fertile : Hor. Ay, 'beseech you.

let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies, at the king's mess: 'Tis a chough;' but, as I say,

I Or* I could make a prologue to my brains, spacious in the possession of dirt. They had begun the play ;-I sat me down;

Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair:

I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. I once did hold it, as our statists: do,

Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of A baseness to write fair, and labor'd much spirit: Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. How to forget that learning; but, sir, now

Ost. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind The effect of what I wrote?

is northerly. Hor.

Ay, good my lord. Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,

Ham. But yet, methinks it is very sultry and As England was his faithful tributary;

hot; or my complexionAs love between them like the palm might flourish; Osr. Exceedingly, my lord: it is very sultryAs peace should still her wheaten garland wear,

as 'twere, -I cannot tell how.—My lord, his maAnd stand a comma 'tween their amities; jesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a And many such like as's of great charge, great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter,That, on the view and knowing of these contents,

Ham. I beseech you, remember Without debatement further, more, or less,

(HAMLET moves him to put on his Hat. He should the bearers put to sudden death,

Ost. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good Not shriving' time allowed.

faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: Hor.

How was this seal'd? believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most exHam. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; cellent differences, of very soft society, and great I had my father's signet in my purse,

showing: Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is Which was the model of that Danish seal: the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find Folded the writ up in form of the other;

in him the continent' of what part a gentleman Subscrib’d it; gave't the impression ; placed it would see. safely,

Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in The changeling never known: Now the next day you ;—though, I know, to divide him inventorially, Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet Thou know'st already.

but raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But

, Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul Ham. Why man, they did make love to this of great article; and his infusion of such dearth employment;

and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his They are not near my conscience; their defeat semblable is his mirror; and, who else would trace Does by their own insinuation grow:

him, his umbrage, nothing more." "Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes

Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Between the pass and fell incensed points

Ham. The concernancy, sir ? why do we warp Of mighty opposites.

the gentleman in our more rawer breath! Hor. Why, what a king is this !

Osr. Sir? Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon?

Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; tongue? You will do't, sir, really. Popp'd in between the election and my hopes:

Ham. What imports the nomination of this gen. Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

tleman? And with such cozenage; is't not perfect con

Ost. Of Laertes ? science,

Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden To quit him with this arm ? and is't not to be words are spent. damn'd,

Ham. Of him, sir. To let this canker of our nature come

. Make account of, value. • A bird like a jackdam. In further evil?

1 The affected phrase of the time.

Distinguishing excellencies. • Compass or chart. a Bugbears.

* Statesmen.

• The country and pattern for imitation. . A note of connection.

* Confessing.

*This speech is a ridicule of the court jargon of that time.

* Before.

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