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That thou, dead corfe, again, in compleat steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and 'us fools of nature
So horribly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?
Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

[Ghost beckons Hamler.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did defire
To you alone.

Mar. Look, with what courteous action
It waves you off to a removed ground:-
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.

[Holding Hamlet. Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my Lord.

Ham. Why, what should be the fear? I do not fet my life at a pin's fee; *And, for my soul, what can it do to that,

cumlocution, confounding in his controversial note, it must be imfright the soul and body. Why, puted to the contagion of peevsays he, have thy bones, which ishness, or fome resentmentof the with due ceremonies have been incivility shown to the Oxford intombed in death, in the com Editor, who is represented as súp mon state of departed mortals, posing the ground caronized by a burft the folds in which they were funer. I, when he only meant to embalmed? Why has the tomb fay, That the body was deposited in which we saw thee quietly in boly ground, in ground confelaid, opened his mouth, chat crated according to the canon, mouth which, by its weight and !-us fools of nature] The stability, {temed closed for ever? expression is fine, as intimating The whole fertence is this: Why we were only kept (as formerly, doft thou appear, whom we know fools in a great family) to make to be dead?

sport for nature, who lay hid orHad the change of the word ly to mock and laugh at:us, for removed any obscurity, or added our vain searches into her myfteany beauty, it might have been ries.

WARBURTON. worth a ftraggle, but either read. 2-to fake our disposition.] ing leaves the sense the fame. Difpofuijn, for frame. If there be any asperity in this



Being a thing immortal as itfelf?
It waves me forth again. I'll follow it-
Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the food, 'my

Lord ?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
Thar.beetles o'er his Bafe into the sea ;
And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might deprive your fov'reignty of reason,
And draw you into madness ? think of it.
+ The very places puts toys of desperation,
Witbout more motive, into ev'ry brain,
That looks so many fathoms to the fea;
And bears it roar beneath.

Ham. It waves me ftill. -Go on, I'll follow thee,
Mar. You shall not go, my Lord,
Ham. Hold off your hands.
Mar. Be ruld, you shall not go.

Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nenean lion's nerve.
Sull am I calld. Unhand me, gentlemen

[Breaking from them. By heav'n, I'll make a Ghost of him that lets me

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ty of reofon,] i, si deprive reofon. your fou'reignty of its reason. i. e. disorder your understanding Nonsense, Sov'reignty of rea and draw you into madnefs. So fon is the same as sovereign or afterwards. Now see that noble supreme reason : Reason which and most fovereign reofon 1 ke governs mán. And thus it was fweet bells jangled out of tune, used by che best writers of those

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+ The very place] The four Charles, at once to betray she so following lines added from the veraignty of reason in my soul. firft edicion.

Pope. Εικων βασιλική. It is evident that 5 ---puts toys of desperation] Smuk Wear wrote,

Trys, for whims. WARB.

I say,


I say, away. Go on I'll follow thee

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes desp'rate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow ! 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Hor. Have after. To what issue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. Hor. Heav'n will direct it. Mar. Nay, let's follow him.


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Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet.
HERE wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll

go no further.
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.

Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Hom. Alas, poor Ghost !

Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy, serious hearing To what I shall unfold.

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt

Hem. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's Spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin’d to fast in fires;

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I am rather inclined to read, Too fast in fires.

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Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine :
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, lift, oh list!
If thou did'st ever thy dear father love

Ham. O heav'n!
Ghoft. Revenge his foul and most unnatural mur-

Ham. Murder ?

Ghost. Murder most soul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it, that ), with wings as

swift ? As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghoft. I find thee

apt; s And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed


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of love,] This similitude is meditation is so ingenious, that I extremely beautiful. The word, hope it is just. meditation, is consecrated, by the & And duller hould thou be, myftics, to fignify that stretch than the fat weed and flight of mind which aspires That roots itself in ease on Leto the enjoyment of the supreme the's wharf, &c.] Shakegood. So that Hamlet, consider. Spear, apparently through ignoing with what to compare the rance, makes Roman Catholicks swiftness of his revenge, chooses of these pagan Danes; and here two of the most rapid things in gives a description of purgatory: nature, the ardency of divine and But yet mixes it with the pagan human passion, in an enthufiaft fable of Lethe's wharf. Wheand a lover, WARBURTON. ther he did it to infinuate, to the



That reots įtfelf in case on Lethe's wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
'Tis given out, that, Deeping in my orchard,
A serpent ftung me. So the whole ear of Dene

iş by a forged procefs of my death

a Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble Youth, The serpent, that did fting thy father's life, Now wears his erown.

Ham. Oh, my prophetick fou!! my uncle ? Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous giftsy O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce ! won to his shameful luft The will of my moit seeming-virtuous Queen. Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there ! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand ey'n with the vow I made to herin marriage ; and to decline Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heav'n; So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d, Will fate itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage. But, soft ! methinks, i scent the morning airBrief let me be ; Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secrec hour thy uncle stole With juice of cursed hebenon in a viol,

zealous Protefants of his time, licentious inadvertence that Mithat the pagan and popish puro chael Angelo brought Charon's gatory stood both tipon the fame bark into his picture of the last Foting of credibility; or whez judgment, is not easy to decide. ther it was by the fame kind of



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