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forty, fisty, a hundred ducats a-piece, for his picture straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality;" in lítile.'' 'Sblood, there is something in this more come, a passionate speech. than natural, is philosophy could find it out.

1 Play. What speech, my lord ?." (Flourish of Trumpels within. Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,Guil. There are the players.

but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the Your hands. Come then: the appurtenance of million; 'twas caviare to the general:10 but it was welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply? (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in with you in this garb; lest my extent to the play- such matlers, cried in the top?? of mine) an excelers, which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, lent play; well digested in the scenes, set down should more appear like entertainment than yours. with as much modesty as cunning. premomber, You are welcome; but my uncle-father, and aunt- one said, there were no sallads in the lines, to Inother, are deceived.

make the matter savoury; nor no matter in the Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

phrase, that might indite'? the author of affection: Ham. I am but mad north-north-west: when the but called it, an honest method, as wholesome as . wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand-saw. sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. Enter Polonius.

One speech in it I chiefly loved : 'twas Eneas' tale

to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where be Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

speaks of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your me Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ;-and you too ;-mory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see;at each ear a hearer: that great baby, you see there, is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,-, Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to 'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus. them; for, they say, an old man is twice a child. Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the Black as his purpose, did the night resemble

The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms, players; mark it.--You say right, sir : o’Monday When he lay corched in the ominous lorse,morning : 'twas then, indeed.

Hath now this dread and black complerion smear'd Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you. Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you; When Now is he total gules ;14 horridly trick'dis

With heraldry more dismal; head lo foot Roscius was an actor in Rome,

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord.

Bak'd and impasted with the parching, streets, Ham. Buzz, buzz!

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light Pol. Upon mine honour,

To their lord's murder: Roasted in torath, and Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tra- and thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,

fire, gedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus historical-pastoral (tragical-historical, tragical-co-old grandsire Priam seeks ;-So proceed you. mical-historical-pastoral,) scene individable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with good Plautus too light. For the law of writ, and the accent, and good discretion. liberty, these are the only men.

1 Play. Anon he finds him Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,—what a trea- Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, sure hadst thou !

Rebellious to luis arm, lies where it falls, Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord ?

Repignant lo command: Unequal match'd, Ham. Why-One fair daughter and no more, Pyrrhus at Priam drives ; ir rage, strikes icide; The which he lored passing well.

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword Pol. Still on my daughter.

[Aside. The unnerved falher falls. Then senseless Ilium,' Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah ? Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top,

Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a Stoops lo hiš base ; and with a hideous crash daughter, that I love passing well.

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear : for, lo! his sword, Ham. Nay, that follows not.

Which was declining on the milky head Pol. What follows then, my lord ?

Of reverend Priam, seem'd i'the air to stick:
Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus slood;
know, It came to pass, As most like it was,- The And, like a neutral to his will and maller,
first row of the pious chanson* will show you more; Did nothing.
for look, my abridgment comes.

But, as we often see, against some storm,
Enter four or five Players.

A silence in the heavens, the rack 6 stand still,

The bold winds speechless, and the orb belowo You are welcome, masters; Welcome, all :-I am As hush as dealh; anon the dreadful thunder glad to see thee well :-welcome, good friends. -Doth rend the region : So, after Pyrrhus' pause, o, old friend ! Why, thy face is valenced' since I | A roused vengeance sets him new a-work; saw thee last; Com'st thou to beard me in Den- And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall mark?-What! my young lady and mistress! By'r- On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne," lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.' Pray Now falls on Priam.God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune ! All you gods, not cracked with the ring.--Masters, you are all In general synod, take away her power; welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, Break all the spokes and fillies from her wheel, ily at any thing we see: We'll have a speech And boul the round nave doron the hill of heaven,

As lou as to the fiends! (1) Miniature. (2) Compliment. (3) Writing. (4) Christmas carols. (5) Fringed.

(10) Multitude. (11) Above. (12) Convict. (6) Defy. (7) Clog, (8) Profession. (13) Affectation. (14) Red. (15) Blazonede (9) An Italian dish, made of the roes of fishes. (16) Light clouds. (17) Eternal

Pol. This is too long.

Had he the motive and the cue for passion, Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.— That I have? He would drown the stage with tears Priythee, say on.-He's for a jig, or a tale of baw. And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; dry, or he sleeps :-say on: come to Hecuba. Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, 1 Play. But who, ah wo! had seen the mobled: Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed,

The very faculties of eyes and ears. queen

Yet I, Ham. The mobled queen?

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good.

Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of iny cause, 1 Play, Run barefoot up and down, threatning And can say nothing; no, not for a king, the flames

Upon whose properly, and most dear life, With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head,

A damn'd defeati was made. Am I a coward ? Where late the diadem stcod; and, for a robe,

Who calls me villain? breaks my pale across ? About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,

Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'the throat, Who this had seen, will tongue in venom steep'd,

As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ?

Ha! 'Cainst Fortune's' state would lreason have pro- Why, I should take it: for it cannot be,

nounc'd: But if the gods themselves did see her then,

But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall

To make oppression bitter; or, ere this,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

I should have fatted all the region kites
In inincing with his sword her husband's limbs ;
The instant burst of clamour that she made

With this slave's offal: Bloody, bawdy villain! (Unless things mortal move them not at all,)

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless,' vilWould have maile milch the burning eye of Why, what an ass am I! This is inost brave;

lain! heaven, And passion in the gods.

That I, the son of a dear father murder’d,

Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Pol. Look, whether he has not turn’d his colour, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, and has tears in's eyes.-Pr’ythee, no more.

And fall a cursing, like a very drab, Ham. 'Tis well; l'll have the speak out the rest A scullion! of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the Fie upon't! foh! About my brains ! Humph! I have players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be

heard, well used; for they are the abstract, and brief That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, chronicles, of the time; After your death you were Have by the very cunning of the scene better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while Been struck so to the soul, that presently you live.

They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak desert.

With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Hain. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: Use Play something like the murder of my father, every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks ; whipping ? Use them after your own honour and I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench,' dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, your bounty. Take them in.

May be a devil: and the devil hath power Pol. Come, sirs.

To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, [Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Out of my weakness, and my inelancholy Ham. Follow him, friends : we'll hear a play to-|(As he is very potent with such spirits,) morrow.-Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you More relative than this: The play's the thing,

Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds play the murder of Gonzago ? I Play. Ay, my lord.

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. Youcould, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't? could you not?

ACT III. 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Ham. Very well.–Follow that lord ; and look SCENE I.-A room in the castle. Enter King, you mock him not. {Exit Player.) My good friends, (To Ros. and Guil . l'll leave you till night : you

Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, and

Guildenstern. are welcome to Elsinore.

Ros. Good my lord ! [Ereunt Ros. and Guil. King. And can you by no drist of conference Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am alone. Get from him, why he puts on this confusion; , what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Grating so harshly all his days of quiet Is it not monstrous, that this player here,

With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; Could force his soul so to his own conceit, But from what cause, he will by no means speak. That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Guil. Nor do we find him for ward to be sounded; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,

But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting When we would bring him on to some confession With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing ! Of his true state. For Hecuba!

Queen. Did he receive you well ? What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

Ros. Most like a gentleman. That he should weep for her? What would he do, Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, (1) Muffled. (2) Blind.

(3) Milky. (4) Destruction. (5) Unnatural.

(6) Search his wounds. (7) Shrink or starte' TOL. IL

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Most free in his reply.

That makes calamity of so long life : Queen.

Did you assay him For who would bear the whips and scorns of time To any pastime?

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,' Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him ; The insolence of office, and the spurns And there did scein in him a kind of joy

That patient merit of the unworthy takes, To hear of it: They are about the court;

When he himself might his quietus ' make And, as I think, they have already order

With a bare bodkin ?il who would fardels'2 bear, This night to play before him.

To grunt and sweat under a weary life; Pol.

'Tis most true : But that the dread of something arter death And he besecch'd me to entreat your majestics, The undiscover'd country, froni whose bourn's Tu near and see the matter.

No traveller returns,-puzzles the will ; King. With all my heart; and it doth much And makes us rather bear those ills we hare, content me

Than fly to others that we know not of? To hear himn so inclin'd.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

And thus the native hue of resolution
And drive his purpose on to these delights. Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;

Ros. We shall, my lord. [Exe. Ros. and Guil. And enterprises of great pith and inomen,

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too: With this regard, their currents turn awry, For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither; And lose the name of action. --Soft you, now! That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

The fair Ophelia ;-Nymph, in thy orisons: Affront? Ophelia:

Be all my sins remember'd. Her father, and myself (lawful espials,')


Good my lord, Will so bestow ourselves, that seeing, unseen, How does your honour for this many a day? We may of their encounter frankly* judge;

Ham. I humbly thank you; well. And gather by him, as he is behav’d,

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours II't be the atiliction of his love, or no,

Thai I have longed long to re-deliver ;
That thus he suffers for.

I pray you, now receive them.
I shall obey you:

No, not I;
And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,

I never gave you aught. That your good beauties be the happy cause Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, sən Or Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope, your virtues did; Will bring him to his wonted way again,

And, with them, words of so sweet breath compasid To both your honours.

As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Uph.

Madam, I wish it may. Take these again; for to the noble mind,

(Exil Queen. Rich gists was poor, when givers prove unkind. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here ;-Gracious, so There, iny lord. please you,

Hai. Ha, ha! are you honest ? We will bestows ourselves :-Read on this book; Oph. My lord ?

[To Ophelia. Ham. Are you fair? That show of such an exercise may colour

Oph. What mcans your lordship? Your loneliness.-We are oft to blame in this, Ham. That is you be honest, and fair, you shon! 'Tis too much prov'd, '—that with devotion's visage, admit no discourse to your beauty. And pious action, we do sugar o'er

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better com The devil himsell.

merce than with honesty? King.

0, 'lis too true! how smart Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty wil A lash that speech doth give my conscience! sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, than the force of honesty can translate beauty inte Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, his likeness; this was some time a paradox, but not Than is my deed to my most painted word: the time gives it proof. I did love you once. O heavy burden!

(Aside. Oph. Indeed, iny lord, you made me believe sa. Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. Ham. You should not have believed me: fa? (Exeunt King and Polonins. virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we

shall relish of it: I loved you not. Enler Hamlet.

Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; Why would'st thou Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer be a breeder of sinners ? I am myseli indifferent bo The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; nest; but yet I could accuse me of such things tha! Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am And, by opposins, end them ?—To die,—to sleep,- very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more e No more; -and, by a sleep, to say we end sences at my beck,' than I have thoughts to The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks them in, imagination to give them shape, or tirer That fiesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation

act them in: What should such fellows as 10 Devoutly to be wish’d. To die ;-to sleep ; crawling between earth and heaven? We are arraza To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the knaves, all; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a rub;

nunnery. Wherc's your father? For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Oph. At home, my lord.

1 When we have shuffed of this mortal coil,

Ilam. Let the doors be shut upon him; that Must give us pausc: There's the respect, may play the fool no where but in's own house

Farewell. (1) Overtook.

(2) Meet.

(3) Spics. (4) Freely. (5) Place.

(6) Too frequent. (11) The ancient term for a small dagger. (7) Stir, bustle. (8) Consideration.

(12) Packs, burdens. (13) Boundary, limit (9) Rudeness. (10) Acquittance.

(14) Prayers. (15) Call.

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Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens!

| lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw Ham, if thou dost marry, I'll give thee this the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all plague for thy dowry; Be thou as chaste as ice, as gently; for in the very torrent, icmpest, and (as I pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acthee to a nunnery; farewell : Or, if thou wilt needs quire and beget a tenperance, that may give it marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well smoothness. oo, it offends me to the soul, to hear enough, what monsters you make of them. To a la robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.

tatlers, to very rags, to split the cars of the groundHeavenly powers, restore him!

lings ;who, for the most part, are capable of no. Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well thing but inexplicable dumb 'show, and noise : 1 enough; God hath given you one face, and you would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Ter. make yourselves another: you jis, you amble, and magant; it out-herods Herod :: Pray you, avoid it. you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make 1 Play. I wirran! your honour. your wantonness your ignorance: Go to; I'll no Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own more of't; it hath made me mad. I say, 'we will discrction be your tutor: suit the action to the have no more marriages: those that are married word, the word to the action ; with this special obalready, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep servance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of naas they are. To a nunnery, go.

(Exit Hamlet. ture: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! of playing, whose end, both at first, and now, was, The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature; sword :

to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, The expectancy and rose of the fair state, and the very age and body of the time, his form and The glass of fashion, and the mould' of form, pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy oil, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down! though it make the unskilsul laugh, cannot but inake And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, the judicious griere: the censure of which onc, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, must, in your allowance," o'er-weigh a whole theaNow see that noble and most sovereign reason, tre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; play,—and heard others praise, and that highly, — That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the Biasled with ecstasy :: 0, wo is me!

accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, paTo have seen what I have seen, see what I see! gan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that

I have thought some of nature's journeymen had Re-enter King and Polonius.

made men, and not made them well, they imitatcu King. Love ! his affections do not that way tend ! humanity so abominably. Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, i Play. I hope we have reformed that indiffeWas not like madness. "There's something in his rently with us. soul,

Ham, 0, resorın it altogether. And let those, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

that play your clowns, speak no more than is sct

down for them: for there be of them, that will themAnd, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger : Which for to prevent,

selves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren specI have, in quick determination,

lators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some Thus set it down; He shall with speed to England, necessary question of the play be then to be conFor the demand of our neglected tribute :

sidered: that's villanous ; and shows a most pitiful Haply, the seas, and countries different,

ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you With variable objects, shall expel


[Exeunt Players. This something-settled matter in his heart;

Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern, Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What ihink you on't? How now, my lord ? will the king hear this piece of

Pol. It shall do well : But yet I do believe, work? The origin and commencement of his grief

Pol. And the queen too, and that presently, Sprung from neglected love.-How now, Ophelia ?

Ham. Bid the players make haste.-(Ex. Pos You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said; Will you two help to hasten them? We heard it all.-My lord, do as you please;

Both. Av, my lord. (Exeunt Ros, and Guil But, if you hold it fit, after the play,

Ham. What, ho; Horatio ! Let his queen mother all alone entreat him


Enter Horatio,
To show his grief; let her be round with him:
And I'll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear

Hor, Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Of all their conference: If she find him not,

Hain. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
To England send him; or confine him, where As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
Your wisdom best shall think.

Hor. O, my dear lord,

It shall be so:

Nay, do not think I fatter , Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

For what advancement may I hope from thee,

(Exeunt. That no revenue hast, but ihy good spirits, SCENE II,-A hall in the same. Enter Hamlet,

To seed, and clothe thee? Why should the poor bt

fatter'd ? and certain Players.

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pro- And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, nounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if Where thrist may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? you mouth i', as many of our players do, I had as

(4) The meaner people then scem to have sat in (1) The model by whom all endeavoured to form the pit. themselves.

(5) Herod's character was always violent. (2) Alienation of mind.

6) Impression, resemblance. (7) Approbation. (3) Reprimand him with freedom.

is) Conversation, discourse.

(9) Quick, ready

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, man do, but be merry? sor, look you, how chee And could of men distinguish her election, fully my mother looks, and my father died within She hath scald thee for herself: for thou hast been these two hours,

W As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards

Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil war Uast ta’en with equal thanks : and bless'd are those, black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heaven Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? TEN That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger there's hope, a great man's memory may outlise hi To sound what stop she please : Give me that man life half a year: But, by'r-lady, he must wait H. That is not passion's slave, and I will wear hiin churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinkin' ke In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, on, with the hobby-horse: whose epitaph is, Fr As I do thee.-Something too much of this. 0,for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. There is a play to-night before the king;

Trumpels sound. The dumb shou follows. One scene of it comes near the circumstance, Which have told thee of my father's death.

Enter a King and a Queen, tery lovingly; A I pr’ythee, when thou seest that act afoot,

Queen embracing him, and he her. She but Even with the very comment of thy soul

and makes shoro of protestation unto his. Observe my uncle: if his occultedi guilt

takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck Do not itself unkennel in one speech,

lays him clown upon a bank of jouers ; sed It is a dainned ghost that we have seen ;

seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes a And my imaginations are as foul

a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, end man As Vulcan's stithy.Give him heedful note :

poison in the King's ears, and eril. The Que For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;

returns ; finds the king dead, and makes so Bu And, aster, we will both our judgments join

sionate action. The poisoner, with some fare e In censure of his seeming.

three Mutes, comes in again, seeming te laar Hor.

Well, my lord: wilh her. The dead body is carried aver. Th If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, poisoner woos the Queen with gifts ; she seems And scape detecting, I will pay the thest.

loath and unwilling awhile, but, in the end, a Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be

cepis his love,

(Eseua idle:

Oph. What means this, my lord ? Get you a place.

Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it mean Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen,

mischief. Polonius, Opheliá, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, the play.

Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument a and others.

Enter Prologue. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?

Ham. We shall know by this fellow; the play Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the chameleon's

ers cannot keep counsel ; they'll tell all. dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: You cannot Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ? feed capons so.

Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; Be not you asharned to show, he'll not shame ta these words are not mine.

tell you what it means. Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,—you played once in the university, you say ?

Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mart Pol. That did I, my lord, and was accounted Pro. For us, and for over tragedy, a good actor.

Here stooping to your clemency, Ham. And what did you enact?

We beg your hearing patiently. Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed i'the

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring Capitol; Brutus killed me.

Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.
Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capi Ham. As woman's lore,
tal a calf there.-Be the players ready?
Ros. Ay, my lord, they stay+ upon your patience.

Enter a King and a Queen.
Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' eart

Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.

Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus" orbed ground: Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen, Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap ?

About the world have times twelve thirties beco; [Lying doon at Ophelia's feet. Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our handh Oph. No, my lord.

Unite commutual in most sacred bands, Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap?

P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters ? Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! Oph. I think nothing, my lord.

But, wo is me, you are so sick of late, Ham. That's a fair ihought to lie between maids' So far from cheer, and from your former state, legs.

That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Oph. What is, my lord ?

Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: Ham. Nothing.

For women Tear too much, even as they lore: Oph. You are merry, my lord.

And wonen's fear and love hold quantity Ham. Who, I ?

In neither aught, or in extremity, Oph. Ay, my lord.

Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know Ham. 0 ! your only jig-maker. What should a And as my love is siz'd," my fear is so. (1) Secret. (2) Shop: stithy is a smith's shop, (7) Short (8) Car, chariote (9) The earth' (3) Opinion. (4) Wait.

(10) Shining, lustre. (5) The richest dress. 16) Secret wickedness. (11) Magnitude, proportion,

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