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to lignify this to his Do&or: for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler.
Guild. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
Ham. I am tame, Sir;-pronounce.
af. fli&ion of spirit, hath sent me to you.
Ham. You are welcome.
Guil. Nay, good my lord, this Courtesy is not of the right Breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment; if not, your pardon, and my return fhall be the end of my buliness.
Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Han. Make you a wholesome answer : my wit's diseas'd. But, Sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mothertherefore no more but to the matter my mother, you say
Rof. Then thus she says; your behaviour hath truck her into amazement, and admiration.
Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a moTher! But is there no sequel at the heels of this moiber's admiration ?
Rof. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed.
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mo.
Rof. My lord, you once did love me.
Roj. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, bar the door of your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.
Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself, for your succession in Denmark?
Ham. Ay, but while the grass grows--the Proverb is something musty.
Enter one, with a Recorder. Oh, the Recorders ; let me see one. To withdraw with you—why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil ?
Guil. Oh my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe ?
Guil. My lord, I cannot.
Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying; govern these ventiges with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse moft eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utter. ance of harmony; I have not the skill.
Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me; you would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note, to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it fpeak. Why, do you think, that I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe ? call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon -God bless you, Sir.
Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in Shape of a Camel ?
Pol. By the mass, and it's like a Camel, indeed.
Ham. Then will I come to my motherby and bythey fool me to the top of my bent.--I will come by and by.
Pot. I will say so.
[Exeunt. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When Churchyards yawn, and hell itself breaths out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot
blood, * And do such business as the better day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my motherO heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever This soul of Nero enter this firm bosom; Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my words soever she be shent, To give them seals never my soul consent ! [Exit.
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King. I til fet his madness range: Therefore, pre
Enter King, Rosincrantz, and Guildenslern.
Like him not, nor stands it safe with us
And do such business as the bitter day, &c. This is a little corrupt indeed, but much nearer Shakespear's Words, better day.
The terms of our estate may not endure
Guil. We will provide ourselves ;
Rof. The fingle and peculiar life is bound,
King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
A brother's murder.–Pray I cannot,
Though inclination be as sharp as th' ill;
Tho' inclinati on be as sharp as th' ill;
Warb. + May one be pardon'd, and retain th' offence?] 'This is a strange. Question; and much the same as to ask whether bis Offence could be remitied while it was retain'd. Shakespear here repeated a Word with Propriety and Elegance which he employed two Lines above,
May one be pardon'd and retain th' Efeas? 1. 6. of his murder, and this was a reasonable Question. Warb.