Enter Duke, and Dutchefs, Players · Duke. Full thirty times hath Phabus' Carr gonç round Neptune's falt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground, Dutch. So many journeys may the Sun and Moon So far from cheer and from your former state, 6 Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know too: My operant powers their functions leave to do, 5-fbeen] Splendour, luftre. 6-ev'n as they love.] Here feems to be a line loft, which fhould have rhymed to love. 7 And as my love is fix'd, my fear is fo.] Mr. Pope fays, I read fix'd; and indeed, I do fo: becaufe, I obferve, the quarto of 1605 reads, ciz'd; that of 1611 ciz'ft; the folio in 1632, fix; and that in 1623, fiz'd: and because, befides, the whole tenour of the context demands this reading: For the lady evidently is talking here of the quantity and proportion of her love and fear; not of their continuance, duration, or ftability, Cleopatra expreffes herself much in the fame manner, with regard to her grief for the lofs of Antony. our Size of Sorrow, Proport on'd to our Caufe, muft be as great As that which makes it. THEOBALD. And And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Dutch. Oh, confound the reft! Such love muft needs be treafon in my breaft; None wed the fecond, but who kill the firft, 8 Dutch, The inftances, that fecond marriage move, Are base refpects of thrift, but none of love. A fecond time I kill my hufband dead, When fecond husband kiffes me in bed. Duke. I do believe, you think what now you speak; But what we do determine oft we break ; Purpofe is but the flave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity: Which now, like fruits unripe, fticks on the tree Το pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Their own enactures with themselves destroy. Whether love leads fortune, or else fortune love. The inftances.] The motives. 9-what to ourselves is debt:] The performance of a refolution in which only the refolver is interested, is a debt only to himfelf, which he may therefore remit at pleasure. The violence of either grief or joy. Their own enactures with them felves deftroy.] What grief or joy enact or determine in their violence, is revoked in their abatement. Enactures is the word in the quarto; all the modern editions have enactors. The The great man down, you mark, his fav'rite flies; The poor advanc'd, makes friends of enemies.fo And hitherto doth love on fortune tend, friend doth try, For who, not needs, fhall never lack a friend But orderly to end where I begun, Our wills and fates do fo contrary run, dw tud That our devices ftill are overthrown; ་་་་ Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. Sport and repofe lock froin me, day and night 2 An Anchor's cheer in prifon be my Scope! Ham. If the fhould break it now. Duke. 'Tis deeply fworn; Sweet, leave me here a while; My fpirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile - Dutch. Sleep rock thy brain, sin [Sleeps. N And never come mifchance between us twain [Exit. offence in't? 2 An Anchor's cheer in prif n be my fcope!] May my whole liberty and enjoyment be to live on hermit's fare in a prifon. Anchor is for anchorete Ham. Ham. No, no, they do but jeft, poison in jeft. No offence i' th' world. King. What do you call the Play? Ham. The Moufe-Trap. Marry, how? tropically. This Play is the image of a murder done in Vienna; Gonzaga is the Duke's name, his wife's Baptifta; you fhall fee anon, 'tis a knavish piece of Work; but what o' that? your Majefty, and we that have free fouls, it touches us not. Let the gall'd jade winch, our withers are unrung. Enter Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the Duke. your love, Oph. You are keen, my Lord, you are keen. Ham. It would coft you a groaning to take off my If I could fee the puppets dallying. edge. Oph. Still better and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murderer.-Leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come. The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Confederate season, elfe no creature feeing, Thou mixture rank, of mid-night weeds collected, -With Hecat's ban thrice blafted, thrice infected, Thy natural magick, and dire property, On wholfome life ufurp immediately. [Pours the poifon into his ears. Ham. He poisons him i'th' garden for's eftate. His Baptifia is, I think, in Italian, the name always of a man. 4 So you mistake your bufbands.] VOL. VIII. Read, So you must take your bus. bands; that is, för better for worse. Q name's name's Gonzaga; the ftory is extant, and writ in choice Italian. You fhall fee anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzaga's wife. Oph. The King rifes. Ham. What, frighted with falfe fire! Pol. Give o'er the Play. King. Give me fome light. Away! All Lights, lights, lights! [Exeunt. Ham. Why, let the ftrucken deer go weep, The heart ungalled play? For fome must watch, whilst fome must sleep; Would not this, Sir, and a foreft of Feathers, if the reft of my fortunes turn Turk with me, with two provincial roses on my rayed fhoes, get me a fellowfhip in a cry of Players, Sir? 6 Hor. Half a fhare. Ham. A whole one, I. "For thou doft know, oh Damon dear, "This realm difmantled was "Of Jove himself, and now reigns here 7A very, very,-Peacock. 67 |