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(Hamlet strikes at Polonius through the arras. Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid,
. [Behind.] O, I am slain.

But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
Queen. O mc, what hast thou done?

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:
As from the body of contraction 'plucks 30 A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
The very soul; and sweet religion makes That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; And put it in his pocket!
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

Queen. No more.
With tristful visage, as against the dooni,
Is thought-sick at the act.


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.


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Ham. On him! on him ! -Look you, how] And when you are desirous to be blest,
pale he glares !

I'll blessing beg of you.—For this same lord,
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,

[Pointing to Polonius.
Would make them capable.--Do not look upon I do repent; But heaven hath pleas'd it s0,-
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert [me; 5 To punish himn with me, and me with this,
My stern effects: then, what I have to do That I must be their scourge and minister.
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. I will bestow him, and will answer well
Queen. To whom do you speak this?

The death I gave him. So, again good night!
Ham. Do you see nothing there?

I must becruel, only to be kind:
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. 10 Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.-
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?

One word more, good lady.
Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves.

Queen. What shall I do?
Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
My father, in his babit as he liv'd!

15 Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse';
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! And let liim, for a pair of reechy. kisses,

[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,
This bodiless creation ecstacy

That I'essentially am not in madness,
Is very cunning in.

20 But mad in craft. 'T'were good, you let him know.
Han. Ecstacy'!

For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib”,
And makes as healthful musick: It is not inadness, Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness 25 Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,

Let the birds fly; and, like the fainous ape,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,

To try conclusions ', in the basket creep
That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks And break your own peck down.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;

Queen. Be thou assur'd, it words be made of
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,


Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
Repent what's past; avoid.what is to come;

What thou hast said to me.
And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Ham. I must to England; you know that?
To make them ranker. Forgive me this


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;

Yea, curbo, and woo, for leave to do him good. Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd',--
Queen. O, Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart They bear the mandate; they must sweep my
in twain.

And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; [way,
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, 40 For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
And live the purer with the other half.

Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard,
Good night: but

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,
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, When in one line two crafts directly meet! -
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this;

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,
And that'shall lend a kind of easiness

Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
To the next abstinence: the next, more easy: 50 Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:-
For use can almost change the stanıp of nature, Good night, mother.
And either master the devil, or throw him out [Exit the Queen, and Hamlet dragging in
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!!

Ecstacy in this place, and many others, means a temporary alienation of mind, a fit.
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As level as the cannon to his blank,
A Royal Apartment.

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:

Another Room.
Where is your son ?

Enter Hannict.
Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. Ham. -Safely stow'd. But soft-

[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,

dead body?

[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
Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.

Guil. A thing, my lord?
Friends both, go join you with some further aid :
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

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,

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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 ;
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
This sudden sending him away must seem [even, 5 Away; for every thing is seal'd and done
Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown, That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,


[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;
Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, 10 Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
We caimot get from him.

After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
King. But where is he?

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,
King. Bring him before us.

15 The present death of Hamlet. Doit, England;
Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
Enter Hamlet, and Guildenstern.

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?


Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten:
a certain convocation of politick worms are e'en

The Frontiers of Denmark.
at him. Your worm is your only emperor for Enter Fortinbras, with an Army.
diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish
fat ourselves for maggots: Your fat king, and your|25 Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras [king;
tean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes,

Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march but to one table; that's the end.

Over his kingcom. You know the rendezvous.
King: Alas, alas!

If that his majesty would aught with us,
Hain. A man may fish with the worm that hath We shall express our duty in his eyes
cat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of 30 And let him know so.

Capt. I will do't, my lord.
King. What dost thou mean by this

For. Go softly on. (Exeunt Fortinbras, 8c.
Ham. Nothing, but to shew you how a king

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?
Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if


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?
[Exeunt Attendants.

Capt. Truly to speak, and with no addition,
King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial We go to gain a little patch of ground,

15 That hath in it 110 pront but the name.
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve


pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
For that which thou hast done,-must send thee Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend
The bark is ready, and the wind at help', 50

The associates tend, and every thing is bent

Capt. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
For England.

Hum. 'Two thousand souls, and twenty thou:
Ham. For England ?

sand ducats,
King. Ay, Hamlet.

Will not debate the question of this straw:
Ham. Good.

55 This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace;
King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

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.

[Exit Captain.
King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ros. Will't please you go, my lord?
Ham. My mother:-Father and mother is man 60 Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little
and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and, so,


(Exeunt Ros, and the rest.

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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.
Sitnl have cause, and will and strength,and means 15 Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den:
To do't. Examples, gross as carth, exhort me: Queen. How now, Ophelia ? (mark?
Witness, this army, of such mass, and charge, Opb. How should I your true love know
Led by a delicate and tender prince;

From another one?
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puft,

By his cockle hat, and staff, Makes inouths at the invisible event;


And by his sandal shoon". [Singing.
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, inark.
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly, to be great

He is dead and gone, lady,
Is not to stir without great argument;

He is dead and gone; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,


At his head a gruss-yreen turf,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,

At his heels a stone.
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain's, O, ho!
Excitements of my reason, and my blood,

Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,
And let all sleep while, to my shame, I see Oph. Pray you, mark.
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,

White' his shroud as the mountain snow.
That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,

Enter King.
Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot, Queen. Alas, look here, niy lord.
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which is not tomb enough, and continent?,

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,

[her beart:

To be

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats Then up he rose, and don'd' his clothes,
Spurns enviously at straws; speaksthings in doubt,

And dup't' the clumber-door;
That carry but halt sense: her speech is nothing, so Let in the maid, that out a maid
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move

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.

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