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(Hamlet strikes at Polonius through the arras. Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid,
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't, Ham. Nay, I know not:
That thus bath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Is it the king?
5 Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Queen. 0, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ears without hands or eyes, smeiling sans all, Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good Or but a sickly part of one true sense mother,
Could not so mope. As kill a king, and marry with his brother. O shame! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, Queen. As kill a king?
10 If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones, Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! And melt in her own fire: proclaiin no shame,
[To Polonius. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: Since frost itself as actively doth burn, Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.-- |15 And reason panders will. Leavewringingof your hands: Peace;sit you down, Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, Thou turn'st inine eyes into my very soul; Ifit be inade of penetrable stuff;
And there I see such black and grained spots, If damned custom have not braz'd it so,
As will not leave their tinct. That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Ham. Nay, but to live Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag In the rank sweat of an incestuous bed; thy tongue
Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love In noise so rude against me?
Over the nasty stye; Ham. Such an act,
Qucen. O, speak to me no more; That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; 25 These words like daggers enter in mine ears; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose? No more, sweet Hamlet. From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
Ham. A murderer, and a villain : And sets a blister ' there; makes marriage vows A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe As false as dicers' oaths : 0, such a deed,
Of your precedent lord :-a vice of kings:
Queen. No more.
Enter Ghost. Queen. Ay me, what act,
Ham. A king of shreds and patches :That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; You heavenly guards !-What would your gracious The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
figure? See, what a grace was seated on this brow: 401 Queen. Alas, he's mad. Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by A station like the Herald Mercury,
The important acting of your dread command? New-lighted on a beaven-kissing hill;
10, say! A combination, and a form, indeed,
45 Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Where every god did seem to set his seal, Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. To give the world assurance of a man:
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits: This was your husband.-Look you now, what O, step between her and her fighting soul; follows:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, 150 Speak to her, Hamlet. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Ham. How is it with you, lady? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Queen. Alas, how is 'i with you? And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? That
do bend your eye on vacancy, You cannot call it, love: for, at your age,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse! The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 55 Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; Andwaitsuponthejudgement;Andwhatjudgement And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, have,
[sense Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, Else, could you not have motion : But, sure, that Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Is apoplex’d; for madness would not err ; 60Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
1 It was once the custom of those who were betrothed, to wear some flower as an external and conspicuous mark of their mutual engagement, See note ', p. 389. Contruction for marriage contract.
Ham. On him! on him ! -Look you, how] And when you are desirous to be blest,
I'll blessing beg of you.—For this same lord,
[Pointing to Polonius.
The death I gave him. So, again good night!
I must becruel, only to be kind:
One word more, good lady.
Queen. What shall I do?
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
15 Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse';
[Exit Ghost. Or padling in your neck with his damnu'd fingers, Queen. This is the very coinage of
brain : Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I'essentially am not in madness,
20 But mad in craft. 'T'were good, you let him know.
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Let the birds fly; and, like the fainous ape,
To try conclusions ', in the basket creep
Queen. Be thou assur'd, it words be made of
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
vir Qucen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. For, in the fatness of these pursy times, (tue: 35 Flam. There's letters seal'd: and my two Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; [way,
Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard,
not to mine uncle's bed: But I will delve one yard below their mines, Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
And blow thein at the moon: 0,'tis most sweet,
45 This man shall set me packing, That to the use of actions fair and good
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: He likewise gives a frock or livery,
Mother, good night.--Indeed, this counsellor That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night;
Is now inost still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Gib was a common name for a cat. • i. e. experiments. · That is, adders with their fangs, or poisonous teeth, undrawa. : Hoist for hoised; as pust for passed.
2. That is,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports bis poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air.--0), come away! enter King, Qucen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Excunt, King. THERE's matter in these sighs, these 5 profound heaves;
SC EN E II. You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them:
[To Ros. and Guil. who go out. 10 Ros. &c. zvithin. "Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night?
Ham. What noise? who calls on Flamlet? 0, king. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet
here they come. Qucen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both
Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. contend
Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the Which is the mightier : In his lawless fit,
[kin. Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto'tis Ile whips his rapier out, and cries, si rut! a rat! Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it And, in his brainish apprehension, kills
thence, The unseen good old man.
And bear it to the chapel. King. O heavy deed !
Ham. Do not believe it. It had been so with us, had we been there:
Ros. Believe what? His liberty is full of threats to all;
Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not To you yourself, to us, to every one.
mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge! Alas ! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? It will be laid to us; whose providence (haunt', 25 a king?
-what replication should be made by the son of Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of Ros. Take you me for a spunge, my lord? This mad young man: but so much was our love,
Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counWe would not understand what was most fit; tenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such But, like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging, let it feed
officers do the king best service in the end: Ne
(30 Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
keeps them, like an ape' in the corner of his jaw;
first mouth'd, to be last swallow'd: When he Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
needs what you have glean'd, it is but squeezing. Among a mineral of metals base,
you, and, spunge, you shall be dry again. Shews itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
Ros. I understand you not, my lord.
35 Ham. I am glad of it: Aknavish speech sleeps King. O, Gertrude, come away!
in a foolish ear. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed We must, with all our majesty and skill, [stern!
is, and go with us to the king. Both countenance and excuse. --Ho! Guilden-40 is not with the body. The king is a thing —
Ham. The body is wiïh the king, but the king
Guil. A thing, my lord?
Hum. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox', and all atter.
(Excunt. And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body 45
SCENE III. Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
Another Room. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil.
Enter King . Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; King. I have sent to seck him, and to find the And let them know, both what we mean to do,
body. And what's untimely
done : for haply, slander, 50 How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
i Out of haunt, means out of company. Shakspeare seems to think ore to be or, that is, gold, Base metals have ore no less than precious. * Hanmer has illustrated this passage with the following note: “ It is the way of monkeys, in eating, to throw that part of their food which they take up first
, into a pouch they are provided with on the side of their jaw, and there they keep it till they have done with the rest.” * This answer Dr. Johnson says he does not comprehend. "Perhaps it should be The body is not with the king, for the king is not with the body.
There is a play anong children called, Hide fox, and all wler,
1027 He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
my mother. Come, for England. [Exit. Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes; King. Follow him at foot; teinpt him with And, where'tisso, the offender'sscourge is weigh'd,
speed aboard ;
[Ereunt Ros, and Guil. Or not at all.--How now? what hath befallen? And, Englandı if my love thou hold'st at aught, Enter Rosencrantz.
(As my great power thereof may give thee scuse;
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us) thou may'st not coldly set? Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know Our sovereign process; which imports at full, your pleasure.
By letters conjuring to that effect,
15 The present death of Hamlet. Doit, England;
And thou must cure me: 'Till I know 'tis done, King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? Howe'er iny lraps, my joys were ne'er begun. Ham. At supper.
[Exit. King. At supper? Where?
The Frontiers of Denmark.
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march but to one table; that's the end.
Over his kingcom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us,
Capt. I will do't, my lord.
For. Go softly on. (Exeunt Fortinbras, 8c.
Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c. may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. king. Where is Polonius ?
Hon. Good sir, whose powers are these?
Capt. They are of Norway, sir. messenger find him not there, seek himn i the Ham. How purpos’d, sir, I
pray you other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find Cupt. Against some part of Poland. him not within this month, you shall nose him as
Ham. Who commands them, sir? you go up the stairs into the lobby.
40] Capt. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras. King. Go seek him there.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Ham. He will stay 'till you come.
Or for some frontier?
Capt. Truly to speak, and with no addition,
15 That hath in it 110 pront but the name.
pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Hum. 'Two thousand souls, and twenty thou:
Will not debate the question of this straw:
55 This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace;
That inward breaks, and shews no cause without Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.--But, Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. come; for England !--Farewell, dear mother. Capt. God be wi' ye, sir.
Ros. Will't please you go, my lord?
(Exeunt Ros, and the rest.
Ds. Johnson supposes it should be sead, The bark is ready, and the wind at heli. u expression taken from the gaming-table.
* To set, is
How all occasions do inforın against me,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield If his chief good, and market of his time,
[thought, Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Indeed would make one think, there inight be Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse', 5 Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily'.. Looking before, and after, gave us not
Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; That capability and god-like reason
for she may strew To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Let her come in.
[Exit Horatio. Of thinking too precisely on the event, 10 To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, A thought, which, quarter’d, hath but one part Fach ioy seenis prologue to some great aniss : wisdom,
so full of artless jealousy is guilt, And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know it spills itself, in tearing to be spilt. Why yet I live to say, This thing 's to do;
Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia.
From another one?
By his cockle hat, and staff, Makes inouths at the invisible event;
And by his sandal shoon". [Singing.
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
At his head a gruss-yreen turf,
At his heels a stone.
Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,
White' his shroud as the mountain snow.
Which berupt to the grave
go, To hide the slain?--0, from this time forth, 35
ll'ith true-love showers. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! King. How do you, pretty lady?
[Exit. Oph. Well
, God’ield you! They say, the owl SCENE V.
was a baker's daughter?. Lord, we know what Elsinour. A Room in the Palace. we are, but know not what we may be. God be Enter Queen, and Horatio.
10 at your table !
King. Conceit upon her fatber. Queen. . I will not speak with her.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract: when they ask you, what it means, say you this : Her mood will needs be pity'd.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, Queen. What would she have?
431 All in the morning betime, Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she And I a maid ut your windoro, hears,
And dup't' the clumber-door;
Nerer departed more. The hearers to collection"; they aim“ at it,
king. Pretty Ophelia ! 'i. e. such latitude of comprehension; such power of reviewing the past, and anticipating the future
: 2 Continent, in our author, ineans that which comprehends or encloses,
' quences from such premises.
To aim is to guess.
• i. e. Though her meaning cannot be certainly collected, yet there is enough to put a mischievous interpretation to it. the description of a pilgrim. While this kind of devotion was in favour, love intrigues were carried on under that mask. Hence the old ballads and novels made pilgrimages the subjects of their plots: The cockle-shell hat was one of the essential badges of this vocation; for, the chief places of devotion being beyond sea, or on the coasts, the pilgrims were accustomed to put cockle-shells upon their hats, to denote the intention or performance of their devotion. ? This alludes to a legendary story, where our Saviour, being refused buread by the daughter of a baker
, is described as punishing her by turning her into an owl. * To don, is to do on, to put on; as dofis to do off put off.
To dup is to do up; to lift the latch.
* This is