With almost all the holy vows of Heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, (30) When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. daughter, These blazes, oh my Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, You must not take for fire. From this time, (30) This very quaint phrase will be explained by remarking that the strokes of light which cross the body of Hudibras at right angles, as it were, and make up the lower limbs of Ophelia, resemble a woodcock caught in a springe, as seen in Fig. 62. Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, And with a larger tether may Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Platform before the Palace. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Ham. What hour now? Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve. (31) Mar. No, it is struck. Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the sea Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [son, [Noise of warlike music within. (31) Vide figure 48, ante. What does this mean, my Lord? [his rouse, Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes Keeps wassel, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Is it a custom ? Ham. Ay, marry, is't : But, to my mind, though I am native here, More honoured in the breach than the observance. Enter Ghost. Hor. Look, my Lord, it comes ! Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! (32) (32) On the left hand of the northern margin of the moon (the north being uppermost), the shadows form the resemblance of an angel, with his wings outspread, as in Fig. 63; all lying within the field of the prototype of Hamlet there, and so justifying his exclamation. Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape, [hell, That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Mar. Look, with what courteous action Hor. No, by no means. [Holding Hamlet. Hor. Do not, my Lord. Ham. Why, what should be the fear? It waves me forth again.-I'll follow it.- Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, [Lord, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, (33) And draw you into madness? think of it. Ham. It waves me still: go on, I'll follow thee Mar. You shall not go, my Lord. Ham. Hold off your hands. Mar. Be ruled, you shall not go. Ham. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body (33) Fools, madness, brains, silly, and the like terms, here et passim, refer to lunacy, as supposed to arise from the moon's influence. |