: a word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which One, must, in your allowance, o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. (22) O, there be players, that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, (2) that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, So 4tos. pagan, nor man*, have so strutted, and bellowed, or, Norman, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. 1623, 32. 1 PLAY. I hope, we have reformed that indif ferently with us. HAM. O, reform it altogether. And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them: (24) for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators (25) to laugh too: though, in the shew the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure] Hold up and reflect the shape or form, the lively pourtraiture of the age, and exhibit the mould, or (as we say, its form, of the hare) the very impress or indented mark, the pressure of the body of the time. come tardy of] Without spirit or animation; heavily, sleepingly done. the censure of the which One] "The judgment of which one class or description of persons (" one of whom" had been more familiar language) must, by your admission," &c. Instead of "the which One," the quartos read " which one." indifferently] In a reasonable degree. a mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready. [Exeunt Players.~** Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDEN STERN. How now, my lord? will the king hear this piece of work? POL. And the queen too, and that presently. HAM. Bid the players make haste. HOR. Here, sweet lord, at your service. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man. As e'er my conversation coap'd withal'. HOR. O, my dear lord, HAM. Nay, do not think I flatter: No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; a copt. question] Point, topic. See I. 1. Barn. coap'd withal] Encountered with. The quartos read faining, Where thrift may follow *fauning; () Dost thou 1623, 32. * my, hear? Since my dear soul (28) was mistress of her choice, 1623, 32. And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Has ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those, *comedled, Whose blood and judgment are so well *co-min 4tos. gled, (29) That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In (30) heart's core, my ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.-Something too much of this.There is a play to-night before the king; One scene of it comes near the circumstance, Which I have told thee of my father's death. I pr'ythee, when thou seest that act a-foot, my, 1623, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe my uncle: if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost (31) that we have seen; And my imaginations are as foul 32. * a As Vulcan's stithe. (32) Give him heedful note: For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; And, after, we will both our judgments join HOR. Well, my lord: a the very comment of thy soul] The most intense direction of every faculty. Thy is the reading of the quartos. bocculted guilt do not itself unkennel] Stifled, secret guilt, do not develop itself. C In censure of his seeming] In making our estimate of the appearance he shall put on. HAM. They are coming to the play; I must be idle: Get you a place. Danish March. A Flourish. Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDenSTERN, and Others. KING. How fares our cousin Hamlet? HAM. Excellent, i'faith; of the cameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: You cannot feed capons so. a KING. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.b HAM. No, nor mine, now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say? (33) [TO POLONIUS. POL. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. HAM. And what did you enact? POL. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed i'the Capitol; (4) Brutus killed me. HAM. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. (35)-Be the players ready? Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience, (36) * promise-cramm'd: you cannot feed capons so] As afterwards in this scene he replies to Rosencrantz, who tells him he has the voice of the king himself for the succession, "but, sir, while the grass grows, &c. the proverb is something musty." I have nothing with this answer; these words are not mine] i. e. they grow not out of mine: have no relation to any thing said by me. C © No, nor mine, now] They are now any body's. Dr. Johnson observes, "a man's words, says the proverb, are his own no longer than while he keeps them unspoken." QUEEN. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. HAM. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. POL. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. HAM. Lady, shall I lie in your lap? [Lying down at OPHELIA'S Feet. OPH. No, my lord. HAM. I mean, my head OPH. Ay, my lord. upon your lap? HAM. Do you think, I meant country matters ? OPH. I think nothing, my lord. HAM. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. HAM. O! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. OPH. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. HAM. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. (38) O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: But, by'r-lady, he must build jig-maker] Writer of ludicrous interludes. See II. 2. Haml. |