which, perhaps, imparts additional solemnity to this impressive preparation for the appearance of the spectre. c Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.] As exorcisms were usually pronounced by the clergy in Latin, the notion became current, that supernatural beings regarded only the addresses of the learned. In proof of this belief, Reed quotes the following from "The Night Walker" of Beaumont and Fletcher, Act II. Sc. 2, where Toby is scared by a supposed ghost, and exclaims,-"Let's call the butler up, for he speaks Latin, And that will daunt the devil." the sledded Polacks-] The sledged Polanders; though it may be doubtful whether the original Pollax" was intended as the singular or plural: many editors read, Polack." With martial stalk he passed through our watch. HOR. In what particular thought to work, I know not; But in the gross and scope of minet opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. MAR. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch Who is't that can inform me? HOR. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Re-enter Ghost. I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion! If there be any good thing to be done, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, to me, HOR. And then it started like a guilty thing MAR. It faded on the crowing of the cock.(2) No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, HOR. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, [Cock crows. Speak of it-stay, and speak!-Stop it, Marcellus. 8- romage-] Commotion, turmoil. b I think it be no other, but e'en so:] This and the seventeen succeeding lines are not in the folio. e I'll cross it, though it blast me.-] It was an ancient superstition, that any one who crossed the spot on which a spectre was seen, became subjected to its malignant influence. See Blakeway's note ad l. in the Variorum edition. d Stay, illusion!] Attached to these words in the 1604 quarto, is a stage direction." It spreads his arms.' Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat-] This is the text of the folio and all the quartos, except the nrst, which reads, perhaps preferably, Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, MAR. Let's do 't, I pray: and I this morning know We adopt the lection of the folio, as more in accordance with the poetical phraseology of the period. Thus, in Chapman's translation of the Thirteenth Book of Homer's Odyssey, 11 Ulysses still An eye directed to the eastern hill." And Spenser charmingly ushers in the morn by telling us that- With one auspicious and one dropping eye, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,— To business with the king, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. COR., VOL. In that and all things will we show our duty. KING. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.- That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? lord, LAER. Dread my Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. (3) KING. Have you your father's leave?-What says Polonius? POL. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition; and, at last, And thy best graces spend it at thy will!- KING. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? HAM. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of fore'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes,* shows of grief, That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. KING. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound, In filial obligation, for some term d To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver, Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief: |