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your voice, like a piece of cracked within the ring.1 welcome. We'll ev'n to't

uncurrent gold, be rot Masters, you are all like French falconers,

fly at any thing we see: we'll have a speech straight come, give us a taste of your quality; 2 come, a passionate speech.

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1 Play. What speech, my lord?

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,-but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the million: 'twas caviare 3 to the general: 4 but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in such matters, cried in the top of mine 5) an excellent play; well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said, there were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter savory; nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the author of affection : 6 but called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;

This is said to a young player who acted the parts of 2 Profession.

women.

3 An Italian dish made of the roes of fishes.

4 Multitude.

5 i. e. were higher than my own. 6 i. e. convict the author of being a fantastical, affected

writer.

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The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast;' -'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus.

The rugged Pyrrhus ;-he, whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble,
When he lay couched in the ominous horse;
Hath now this dread and black complexion
smear'd

With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
Now is he total gules; 1 horridly trick'd2
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons;
Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and a damned light

To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire.
And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.'-So proceed you.

Po. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with good accent, and good discretion.

1 Play.

'Anon he finds him

Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command: unequal match'd, Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top

1 Red; a term in heraldry.

• Smeared.

Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head

Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick :
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.

But, as we often see, against some storm,

A silence in the heavens, the rack1 stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death; anon, the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region: so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
A roused vengeance sets him new a-work;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armour, forged for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.-

Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune!

gods,

In general synod, take away her power;

All you

Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends!'

Po. This is too long.

Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.Pr'ythee, say on: he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on: come to Hecuba.

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1 Play. But who, ah, woe! had seen the mobled

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Ham. The mobled queen?

Po. That's good; mobled queen is good.

1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames

With bisson 2 rheum; a clout upon that head,
Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe,
About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,

A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up ;-
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pro-
nounced:

But if the gods themselves did see her then, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs ; The instant burst of clamor that she made, (Unless things mortal move them not at all) Would have made milch the burning eye of heaven,

And passion in the gods.'

Po. Look, whether he has not turned his color, and has tears in 's eyes.-Pr'ythee, no more.

Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear? let them be

i. e. the queen attired in a coarse and careless headdress. 2 Blind.

well used; for they chronicles of the time.

are the abstract and brief After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live.

Po. My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.

Po. Come, sirs.

[Exit Polonius, with some of the Players.

Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend? can you play the murder of Gonzago?

1 Play. Ay, my lord.

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

1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Ham. Very well.-Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, [to Ro. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night: you are

welcome to Elsinore.

Ro. Good my lord!

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Ham. Ay, so, good bye to you.-Now I am

alone.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

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