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Your wisdom beft fhall think.

King. It shall be so :
Madness in Great ones must not unwatch'd go,

Exeunt. Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players. Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you; as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth'it, as many of our Players do, I had as lieve, the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, as I may fay, whirl-wind of your paflion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the ground. lings : who (for the most part) are capable of no. thing, but inexplicable dumb-fhews, and noise : I could have such a fellow whipt for o'er-doing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.

Play. I warrant your Honour.

Ham. Be not too tame neither ; but let your own discretion be your tutor.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of Nature ; for any thing so over-done is from the purpose of playing; whose end, both at the first and now ; was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature ; to sew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this over-done, or come tardy of, tho' it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve : the censure of which one must in your allowance o’er-weigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be Players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to speak it prophanely) that neither

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having the accent of christian, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so ftrutted and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journey-men had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity so abominably.

Play. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us.

Ham. Oh, reform it altogether. And let thofe, that play your Clowns, fpeak no more than is set down for them : For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren {pe&ators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the Play be then to be considered : That's villanous ; and shews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.

[Exeunt Players.
S CE · N E
Enter Polonius, Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.
How now, my lord; will the King hear this piece

of work ?
Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently.

Ham. Bid the Players make hafte. (Exit Polonius.
Will you two help to haften them ?
Both. We will, my lord.

(Exeunt. Ham. What, ho, Horatio !


Enter Horatio, to Hamlet.
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a Man,
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.

Hor. Oh my dear lord,

Ham. Nay, do not think, I flatter:
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast, but ihy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee ? fhould the poor be flatter'd ?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd Pomp,
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And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou haft been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing :
A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards
Haft ta'en with equal thanks. And bleft are those,
Whose blood and judgment are so well comingled,
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger,
To found what stop she please. · Give me that man,
That is not paffion's slave, and I will wear him

my heart's core : ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.--Something too much of this.
There is a Play to-night before the King,
One Scene of it comes near the circumstance,
Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
I prythee, when thou see'st that Ad a-foot,
Ev'n with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle : if his occult guilt

itself unkennel in one fpeech,
It is a damned Ghost that we have seen :
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's Stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face ;
And, after, we will both our judgments join,
In cenfure of his seeming.

Hor. Well, my lord.
If he steal aught, the whilft ibis Play is playing,
And 'fcape detecting, I will pay the theft.

Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrantz,

Guildenstern, and other lords atiendant, with a guard

carrying torches. Danish March. Sound a flourish. Ham. THEY'RE coming to the Play; I must be idle. Get

T Get you a place.

King. How fares our cousin Hamlet ?

Ham. Excellent, i'faith, of the camelion's dish : I cat the air, promise-cramm'd: you cannot feed ca

pons fo.

King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet ; these words are not mine.

Ham. No, nor mine. Now, my lord ; you play'd once i' th' university, you say ? [To Polonius.

Pol. That I did, my lord, and was accounted a good ador,

Ham. And what did you enact ?

Pol. I did enact Julius Cæfar, I was kill'd i'th'Capitol: Brutus kill'd me.

Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there. Be the players ready?

Rof. Ay, my lord, they hay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother, here's mettle more at

tractive. Pol. Oh ho, do you mark that? Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Laying down at Ophelia's feet. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. I mean, my Head upon your Lap? Oph. Ay, my Lord. Ham. Do

you think, I meant country matters ? Oph. I think nothing, my lord. Ham. That's a fair thought, to lie between a

maid's legs.
Oph. What is, my lord ?
Ham. Nothing
Oph. You are merry, my lord.

Ham. Who, I ?
Oph. Ay, my lord.

Ham. Oh God! your only jig-maker ; what should a man do, but be merry ? For, look you, how chearfully my mother looks, and my father dy'd within these two hours.


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Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

Ham. So long ? * nay, then let the Devil wear black, 'fore I'll have a suit of fable. Oh heay'ns! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet! then there's hope, a great man's memory may out-live bis life half a year: but, by'r-lady, he must build churches then ; or else llall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For oh, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgot.

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Hautboys play. The dumb jhew enters.
Enter a Duke and Dutchefs, with regal Coronets, very

lovingly; the Dutchefs embracing him, and he her.
She kneels : he takes her up, and declines his head upon
her neck ; he lays him down upon a bank of flowers; the
feeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow,
takes off his Crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the
Duke's ears, and Exit, The Dutchess returns, finds
the Duke dead, and makes passionate action. The poi-
foner, with some two or three mutes, comes in again,
seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried

away. The poisoner wooes the Dutchess with gifts; the
seems loath and unwilling a while, but in the end accepts
his love.

THAT means this,


lord ? Ham. Marry, this is miching Malhechor ; it means mischief.

nay, then let the Devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of fable.] The Conceit of these Words is not taken. They are an ironical Apology for his Mother's chearful Looks : Two Months was loog enough in Conscience to make any dead Husband forgotten. But the Editors, in their nonsensical Blunder, have made Hamlet say just the Contràry. That the Devil and he would both go into Mourning, tho' his Mother did not. The true Reading is this, Nay, then let the Devil wear black, 'fore I'll have a Suit of Sable. Warb.



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