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The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, to- I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly drowns it.

(Exit. And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss, king.

Let's follow, Gertrude .
Most generous, and free from all contriving, How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Now fear I, this will give it start again ;
Or with a little shulling, you may choose. Therefore, let's follow.

A sword unbated,' ard, in a pass of practice,
Requite him for your father.
I will do't:

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,

SCENE 1.A churchyard. Enter two Clowns,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,

with spades, 8-c.
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death,

1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial,
That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch iny point that wilsully seeks her own sålvation?
With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly,

2 Clo. I tell thee, she is ; therefore make her It may be death.

grave straight:1the crowner bath set on her, and King. Let's further think of this ;

finds it Christian burial. Weighi, what convenience, both of time and means,

1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herMay fit us to our shape : if this should fail,

self in her own defence ? And that our drist look through our bad perform

2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so. ance,

1 Clo. It must be 'se offendendo; it cannot be 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project

else. For here lies the point: If I drown myself Should have a back, or second, that might hold,

wiltingiv, it argues an act; and an act hath ihree If this should blast in proof.' Sort,--let me see:--

branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: ArWe'll n: ake a solemn wager on your cunnings, *

gal, she drowned herself wittingly. I ha't:

2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. When in your motion you are hot and dry,

1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good : (As make your bouts inore violent to that end,) here stands the man; good: is the man go to this And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr’ds' him water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he Aralice for the nonce ; whereon but sipping,

goes; mark you that : but if the water come to At he by chance escap'd your venom'd stuck, 7 him, and drown him, he drowns not himself : ArOur purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise ? gal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens

not his own life. Enter Queen.

2 Clo. But is this law ? How now, sweet queen?

1 Clo. Ay, marry is't ; crowner's-quest law. Queen. One wo Joih tread upon another's heel, 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on'l? If this had So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. not been a gentlewoman, she should have been Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

buried out of Christian burial. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the i Clo. Why, there thou say'st : and the more brook,

pity ; that great folks shall bave countenance in That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; this world to drown or hang themselves, more than Therewith fantastic garlands lid she make

their even 13 Christian. Come, my spade. There Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies. and Inno nurples, is nu ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,

and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
But our cold maids do dead men's finger's call 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman 3
them :

1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds 2 Clo. Why, he had none.
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; i Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou uri-
When down her weedy trophies, and hersell,

derstand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread digged; Could he dig without arms ? V'll put wide;

another question to thee: if thou answerest me not
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: to the purpose, confess thyself
Vihich time, she channted snatches of old tunes; 2 Clo. Go to.
As one incapable of her own distress,

1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than ei 0: like a creature native and indu'd

ther the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
Unto that element: but long it could not be, 2 Clo. The gallows-inaker; for that frame out-
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, lives a thousand tenants,
Pallid the poor wretcli from her melodious lay i Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gal-
To muddy death.

lows does well : But how does it well it does Alas then, she is drown'd? well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, Laer. Too much of water has thou, poor Ophelia, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come And therefore I forbid my tears: But vet

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a ship It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

wright, or a carpenter ? Let shame say what it will: when these are


1 Clo. Av, lell me that, and unyoke,'* The woman will be out."-Adieu, my Lord! 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.

1 Clo. To't. (1) Not blunted as foils are. (2) Exercise.

(3) As fire-arms sometimes burst in proving their (8) Orchis morio mas. (9) Licentious, strength.

(10) Insensible. (11) Tears will now, (4) Skill (5) Presented.

(12) Immediately. (13) Fellow. (6) A cup for the purpose.

(7) Thrust.

(14) Give over,

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2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.

Hor. Not a jot more, my lord. Enter Hamlet and Horatio at a distance.

Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins 1

Hor. Ay, my lord, and of call-skins too. 1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for

Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek your dul' ass will not mend his pace with beating : out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellor : and, when you are asked this question next, say, a-Whose grave's this, sirrah ? grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till

i Clo. Mine, sir.doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.

(Exit & Clown.

0, a pit of clay for to be made (Sings. 1 Clown digs, and sings.

For such a guest is meel. in youth, when I did love, did love,'

Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest Methought, it was very sweet,

in't. To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove, 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is O, methought, there was nothing meel. not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is

mine. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business?

Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is he sings at grave-making: Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of thine; 'tis for the dead, not for the quick;

thers easiness.

fore thou liest. Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employ

i Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from ment hath the daintier sense.

Ham. What man dost thou dig it for ? 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps,

1 Clo. For no man, sir.
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,

Ham. What woman then ?
And hath shipped me into the land,

1 Clo. For none either.
As if I had never been such.

Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?

[Throws up a scull. 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could soul, she's dead. sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground,

Ham. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By tie murder! This might be the pate of a politician, lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would of it; the age has grown so picked,' that the top of circumvent God, might it not ?

the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, Hor. It might, my Lord.

he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou been i Ham. Or of a courtier; which would say, Good-grave-maker?. morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ? i Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't tha: This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; Ham. How long's that since ? might it not ?

1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? erery fool can tell Hor. Ay, my lord.

that: It was that very day that young Hamlet was Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worms; born: he that is mad, and sent into England. chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? sexton's spade : Here's fine revolution, an we had

i Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall re the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? matter thero mine ache to think on't.

Ham. Why? 1 Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, [Sings. men are as mad as he.

i Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the For-and a shrouding sheet :

Ham. How came he mad?
0, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.

Ham. How strangely ? [Throws up a scull.

1 Clo. Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. There's another: Why may not that be Ham. Upon what ground ? the scull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits now, 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been seso his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks ? ton here, man and boy, thirty years. why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere him about the sconces with a dirty shovel, and will he rot? not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This i Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die (as fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some double vouchers, his recoveries : Is this the fine of eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last you his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have nine year. his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch Ham. Why he more than another? him no more of his purchases, and double ones 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his too, than the length and breadth of a pair of in- trade, that he will keep out water a great while; dentures ?. The very conveyances of his lands will and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor him- dead body. Here's a scull now hath lain you i'the self have no more? ha ?

earth three-and-twenty years.

Ham. Whose was it? (1) The song entire is printed in Percy's Reliques of ancient English Poetry, vol. i. 'It was (3) Subtilties. (4) Frivolous distinctions. written by Lord Vaux.

(5) Head. (2) An ancient game, played as quoits are at (6) By the compass, or chart of direction. present.

(7) Spruce, affected.

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1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was ; Whose Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants,
do you think it was?

Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Ham. Nay, I know not.

Of bell and burial.
i Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! Laer, Must there no more be done?
he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. 1 Priest.

No more be done ! This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's We should profane the service of the dead, jester.

To sing a requiem,' and such rest to her
Ham. This?

[Takes the scull. As to peace-parted souls.
1 Clo. E'en that.


Lay her i'the earth :Ham. Alas! poor Yorick !-I knew him, Hora. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, tio; a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent May violets spring !-I tell thee, churlish priest fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination When thou liest howling. it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, Ham.

What, the fair Ophelia. that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell! your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your

[Scattering flowers. flashes of merriment, that were wont to set ihe table I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wise ; on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grin- I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, ning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's And not have strew'd thy grave. chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to Laer.

0, treble wo this favour' she must come; make her laugh at that. Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Hor. What's that, my Lord ?

Depriv'd thee of!-Hold off the earth a while, Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'lhis Till I have caught her once more in mine arms : fashion i'the earth?

(Leaps into the grave. Hor. E'en so.

Now pile your dust upon the quicklo and dead; Ham. And smelt so ? pah!

Till of this flat a mountain you have made [Throws down the scull. To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head Hor. E'en so, my lord.

of blue Olympus. Ham. To whát base uses we may return, Hora Ham. (.Advancing.) What is he, whose grief tro! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?. Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consi


Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him Hamlet the Dane. ĮLeaps into the grade, thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead Laer.

The devil take thy soul! it : As thus ; Alexander died, Alexander was bu

(Grappling with him
ried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is Ham. Thou pray'st not well.
earth; of earth we make loam: And why of that I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat
loam, whereto he was converted, might they not For, though I am not splenetive and rash,
stop a beer-barrel ?

Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Imperious? Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,

Which let thy wisdom fear : Hold off thy hand.
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away :

King. Pluck them asunder.

0, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,

Hamlet, Hamlet!
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!)

All. Gentlemen,-

Good my lord, be quiet.
But soft! but soft! aside:-Here comes the king. [The Attendants part them, and they come
Enter Priest, f-c. in procession ; , the corpse of Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme,

out of the grave.
Ophelia, Laertes and Klourners following; King, Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen, their trains, 8.c.

Queen. O my son! what theme?
The queen, the courtiers: Who is this they follow? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
And with such maimed rites !* This doth betoken, Could not, with all their quantity of love,
The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand

Make up my sum. - What wilt thou do fór her?
Fordoits own life. 'Twas of some estate :

King. o, he is mad, Laertes.
Couch we a while, and mark.

Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
(Retiring with Horatio,

Ham. Zounds, show me what thou'lt do :
Laer. What ceremony else?

Woul't weep? woul't fight ? woul't fast ? woul't
That is Laertes,

tear thyself?
A very noble youth: Mark.

Woul't drink up Esil ?1) eat a crocodile ?
Laer. What ceremony else?

I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine ?
i Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd To outface me with leapiog in her grave ?
As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; Be buried quick with her, and so will I :
And, but that great command o'ersways the order, And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd, Millions of acres on us; till our ground,
Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers, Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Shards,' flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,

I'll rant as well as thou.

This is mere madness :
(1) Countenance, complexion.
(2) Imperial.
(3) Blast.

(9) A mass for the dead. (10) Living (4) Imperfect obsequies. (5) Undo, destroy. (11) Eisel is vinegar; but Mr. Steevens conjec. (6) High rank.

tures the word should be Weisel, a river which (7) Broken pots or tiles,

(8) Garlands.
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And thus a while the fit will work on him; As England was his faithful tributary ;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,

As love between them, like the palm, might tourish; When that her golden couplets are disclos’d,' As peace should still her whealen garland wear, His silence will sit drooping.

And stand a comma'' 'tween their amities; Hain.

Hear you, sir; And many such like as's of great charge,What is the reason that you use me thus

Thal, on the view and knowing of these contests, I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter ;

Without debatement further, more or less, Let Hercules himself do what he may,

He should the bearers put to sudden death, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. Not shriving'-time allow'd.

[Exit. Hor.

How was this sealer King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon Ham. Why, eren in that was heaven ordinari hin.

[Erit Horatio. I had my father's siznel in iny purse, Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; Which ivas the model of thai Danish seal:

iTo Laertes. Folded the writ up in form of the other; We'll put the matter to the present push.

Subscrib'd it; gave't the impression; plac'd it seich, Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. - The changeling never known: Now, the next day, This grave shall have a living monument:

Was our sea-light; and what to this was sequest An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

Thou know'st already. Till then, in patience our proceeding be. (Exeunt. Hor. So Guildenslern and Rosencrantz go to'l

Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this en. SCENE II.-A hall in the castle. Enter Hamlet

ployinent: and Horatio.

They are not near my conscience; their defeat Ilam. So much for this, sir: now shall you see Does by their own insinuation grow: the other ;

'Tis dangerous, when the baser mature comes You do reinember all the circumstance?

Between the pass and fell incensed points Hor. Remember it, my lord!

Of mighty opposites. Hlam. Sir, in my hcart there was a kind of fight Hor.

Why, what a ling is this! ing,

llam. Does it not, think thee, stand me Dok That would not let me sleep: mcthought, I lav

upon ? Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Ile that hath kill'd imy king, and whor'd my mo bar; And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know, Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,

Thrown out his angle for my proper life, When our dcep pluts do pall:* and that should and with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, teach us,

To quill him with this arın ? and is't not to be There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

damu'd, Rough-hew them how we will.

To let this canker of our nature coine Hor.

That is most certain. In further evil? llam. Up from my cabin,

Hor. It must be shortly known to him frea My sea-gown scarfd about me, in the dark

England, Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;

What is the issue of the business there.
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine,
To mine own room again: making so bold, And a man's life no more than to say, one.
My seurs forgetting manners, to unscal

But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, That to Laeries I forzot myselli
A roval knavery; an exact command, -

For by the image of my cause, I see
Larded with many several sorts of reasons, The portraiture of his: I'll count's his favours:
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
With, bo ! such buggs and goblins in my life, Into a lowering passion.
That, on the supervise," no leisure bated,


Peace; who comes here! No, not to stay the grindint of the axe, Mv head should be struck off.

Enter Osric. Mor.

. Is’t possible? Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Dar. Ilam. Here's the commission; read it at more mark. Icisure.

Plam. I humbly thank you, sir.-Dost knon tiis But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed ? water-flv ? 16 Hor. Ay, 'beseech you.

Hor. No, my good lord. lam. Being thus benetted round with villanies, Ham Thy state is the more gracious ; for 'is a Or I could make a prologue to my brains, vice to kroiv hin: He hath much land, and ferti: They had begun the play :-I sat me down; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib seal Devis'd a new cominission; wroic it fair : stand at the king's mess : 'Tis a chough;!' buh, as I once did hold it, as our statis;s' da,

I sav, spacious in the possession of dirt. A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much

Ost. Sweet lord, il vour lord ship were at leisure, How to forget that learning; but, sir, now I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. It did me veoman's service: Vilt thou know

Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of The effect of what I wrote ?

spirit: Your bonnet to his right use ; 'tis for the bead Hor.

Ay, good my lord. Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot, Ham. An carnest conjuration from the king, Ilam. No, believe ine, 'uis very cold; the winds

northerly. (1) Hatched. (2) Mutineers.

(3) Fetters and hand-cuffs, brought from bilboa (11) Confessing. (12) Copr. in Spain.

(13) Following. (14) Requite. (4) Fail. (5) Garnished. (6) Bugbears. (15) For count some editors read court. (7) Looking over. (8) Berore.

(16) Waler-flies are gnats. (9) Statesten, (10) A note of connection. (17) A bird like a jackdaw



Ost. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Ham. The phrase would be more german'? to the Ham. But yet, methinks it is very sultry and matter, if we could carry a cannon ly our sides; I hot; or my complexion

would it might be hangers till then. But on : Six Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,— Barbary horses against six French swords, their asas 'twere, - cannot tell how-My lord, his majesty signs, and three liberal-conceired carriages; that's bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wa- the French bet against the Danish: Why is this imger on your head : Sir, this is the matter,

pawned, as you call it? Ham. I beseech you, remember

Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen (Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. passes between yourself and bild, he shall noi exOsr. Nay, good my lord; for my'easc, in good cecd you three hils; he hath laid, on twelve for faith.' Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes : nine; and it would come to immediäic trial, if your believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most ex- lordship would vouchsale the answer. cellent differences, of very soft society, and great Ham. How, if I answer, no? showing: Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your peris the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find son in trial. in him the continent" of what part a gentleman Ham. Sir, I will walk licre in the hall: Is it please would see.

his inajesty, it is the breathing time of day with Ham. Sir, this definement suffers no perdition in me: let the soils be broughi, the gentleman villing, you ;-though, I know, to divide him inventorially, and the king hold his purpose, I will win for him, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame, but raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, and the odd hits. in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul Osi. Shall I deliver you so ? of great article; and his infusion of such dearth Han. To this effect, sir; alter what Nourish your and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his nature will. semblable is his mirror; and, who else would trace Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship. him, his umbrage, nothing more.

(Exil. Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Ham. Yours, yours.--He does well to commend

Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap it himself; there are no tongues else for's turn. the gentleman in our more rawer breath?

Hor. This lapwingi3 runs away with the shell on Osr. Sir ?

his head. Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another Ham. He did complyi4 with his dug before he tongue? you will do't, sir, really.

sucked it. Thus has he (and many more of the Ham. What imports the nomination of this gen- same breed, that, I know, the drossy's age dotes on,) tleman ?

only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of Osr. Of Laertes ?

encounter; a kind of yesty?collection, which carHor. His purse is empty already; all his golden ries them through and through the most fondi and words are spent.

winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their Ham. Of him, sir.

trial, the bubbles are out. Osr. I know, you are not ignorant

Enter a Lord. Ham. I would you did, sir ; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not much approve me ;-Well, sir. Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to

Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence you by young Osric, who brings back to him, thai Laertes ism

you aitend him in the hall: He sends to know, if Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should com- your pleasure hoid to play with Laertes, or that you pare with him in excellence; but, to know a man will take longer lime. well, were to know himself.

Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they follow Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the im- the king's pleasure : is his filness speaks, mine is putation laid on him by them, in his meedo he's un- ready; now, ur whensoever, provided I be so alle sellowed. Ham. What's his weapon ?

Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming Osr. Rapier and dagger.

down. Ham. That's two of his weapons : but, well. Ham. In happy time. Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle Barbary horses : against the which he has impawn- en rtainment to Laertes, before you fal! to play. ed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, Nim. She well instructs me. [Exil Lord. with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, 'o' and so: Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to Hamn. I do not think so; since he went into fancy, very responsive to the hilts, mosi delicate France, I have been in continual practice ; I shall carriages, and of very liberal conccit.

win at the odds. But thou would'st not think, Ham. What call you the carriages ?

how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the mar- matter. ere you had done.

Jor. Nay, good my lord,
Osr. The carriages, sir, arc the hangers.

llam. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind ot,

gain-giving, 18 as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. (1) The affected phrase of the time.

Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I (2) Distinguishing excellencies. (3) Compass or chart.

(11) Margin of a book which contains explana (4) The country and pattern for imitation. tory notes. (5) This speech is a ridicule of the court jargon (12) Akin. of that time.

(13) A bird which runs about immediately as it (6) Mentioning. (7) Recommend. is hatched. (8) Praise (9) Imponed, put down, staked. (14) Compliment. (15) Worthless. (10) That part of the belt' by which the sword (16) Frothy:

(17) For fond read fann'd, was suspended.

(18) Misgiving

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