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Changes to the Queen's Apartment.

Enter Queen and Polonius.
Pol. E will come straight, look, you lay home

to him; Tell 'him, his pranks have been too broad to bear

And that your Grace hath screen'd, and stood between ss Much heat and him. 8 I'll filence me e'en here ; Pray you, "be round with him... DES Ham. [within.] Mother, Mother, Mother. .Gin Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not. ?Withdraw, I hear him coming. * * [Polonius bides himself bebind the Arras. gris yidodong 'yd bslu a (2) 05 3: (91097diziari

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Queen, Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. pisl.co.ll strid lige ?

I'll filence me t'en here; forget that the contrivance of Pogoizpe

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Ham. Mother, you

have
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father much offended.
Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet ?
Ham. What's the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?

Ham. No, by the rood, not so: You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, But, 'would you were not so ! - You are my mother. Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can

speak. Ham. Come, come, and fit you down ; you shall

not budge. You go not, 'till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you." Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder

me ? Help, ho.

[Behind the Arras. Pol. What ho, help. Ham. How now, a rat ? Dead for a ducat, dead.

[Hamlet kills Polonius. Poł. Oh, I am slain. Queen. Oh me, what hast thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not: is it the King ? Queen. Oh, what a rash and blood deed is this ! Ham. A bloody deed; almost as bad, good mo

ther, As kill a King, and marry with his brother.

Queen. As kill a King?

Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewel,

[To Polonius.
I took thee for thy Betters ; take thy fortune ;
Thou findst, to be too busy, is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands; peace ; fit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for fo I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff ;

If damned custom have not braz’d it for
That it is proof and bulwark against fense.
Queen. What haye I done, that thou dar'st wag thy

tongue
In noise so rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,
That blùrs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rofe
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there ;, makes marriage vows
As false as dicers oaths, Oh, such a deed,
As ' from the body of Contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet Religion makes
A rhapsody of words - Heav'n's face doth glow;
Yea, this folidity and compound mass,
With triftful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-lick at the act.

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9 = takes off the rose] Allu Heav'n's face does glow; ding to the custom of wearing O'er this folidity and compound roses on the side of the face. See mols, a note on a passage in King John. With beated vijage, as against WARBURTON,

the doom 1-from the body of Contrac Is thought fick at the act.

tion -} Contraction, for From whence it appears that marriage-contract. WARB. Shake pear wrote, Heav'n's face doth glow;

Heav'n's face dorh glow Yea this Solidity and compound

O’Er this folidity and compound mass,

mals With tristful vifuge, as against

With triftful visage; AND, as the doom,

'gainst the doom. Is thought-fick at the act.] If Is thought-fick at the act. any sense can be found here, it is This makes a fine fense, and to this. The Sun glows (and does this effect, The fun looks upon it not always) and the very folid our globe, che scene of this murmass of earth has a tristful vi- der, with an angry and mournful fage, and is thought-fick. All countenance, half hid in eclipse, this is sad stuff. The old

quarto as at the day of doom. WARB, reads much nearer to the poet's The word heated, though it fense.

agrees well enough with glowy

Queen. s Åh me! what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ?

Ham. Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of jove himself;
An eye, like Mars, to threaten or conmand
A station, like the herald Mercury
New-lighted or a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every God did seem to set his feal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
This was your husband, Look you now, what

follows;
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it Love ; for, at your age,

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That roars.

is, I think, not fo Ariking as Ham. That roars so loud, and
triftful, which was, I suppose, thunders in the Index.
chosen at the revisal. I believe Here we find the Queen's answer
the whole passage now stands as very natural. He had said the
the authour gave it. Dr. War. Sun was thought-fick at the att,
burton's reading restores two im. She says,
proprieties, which Shakespeare, Ab me? what axl ?
by his alteration, had removed. He replies, (as we should read it)
In the first, and in the new read-

's so loud, ir thunders
ing: Heav'n's face glows with the Indies..
triftful visage, and, Heav'n's fuce He had before faid Heav'n was
is thought-lick, To the common fhocked at it; he now tells her,
seading there is no just objection, it refounded all the world over,

3 Queen. Ay me! what azt, This gives us a very good sense -That roars so loud, and thunders where all sense was wanting. in the index?] This is a

WARBURTON. frange answer. But the old The meaning is, What is this quario brings us nearer to the ac, of which the discovery, or poet's sense, by dividing the lines mention, cannot be made, but thus;

with this violence of clamour? Queen. Ab me, what an ?

The

Would ftép from this to this'. * Sense, Jure, you have,

The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
Else rould you not kave notion ; but, Jure, that sense
Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err;
Norfense to ecstasy was neer fo thrall?d,
But ita reserv'd some quantity of choice
To serve in such a diff'rence. What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen'd you a hoodman blind
Eyes without feeling, feeling without light,
Ears without hands or eyes, Imelling fans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
fame! where is thy blush ? rebellious hell,

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trón's bones, &c.]: Alluding Sense, fure, you have, to what he had told her before Else could you not have mo that her enormous canduct shew

TION: -] But froin ed a kind of poffeffion. what philosophy oureditors learnt What Devil was't, this, I cannot tell, Şince motion .: That thus hath, &c. depends fo little upon sense, that And again afterwards, the greaieft part of motion in the For use can almost change the universe, is amongst bodies de ftamp of Nature, void of fenfe. We should read And master' ev'n the Devil, or Elle could

you

not have NO throw him out TION,

With wondrous potencyis e. intellect, reason, &c. This But the Oxford Èditor, not apalludes to the famous peripatetic prehending the meaning, alters principle of Nil fit in INTEL it to LECTU, quod non fuerit in SEN

rebellious heat, And how fond our author If thou canft, &c. was of applying, and alluding And so makes nonsense of it. For to, the principles of this philo- must not rebellious luft mutiny fophy, we have given several in- wherever it is quartered! That ftances. The principle in parti- it should get there might seem cular has been since taken for the strange, but that it should do its foundation of one of the noblest kind when it was there seems works that these latter ages have to be natural enough. produced, WARBURTON.

WARBURTON: rebellious hell, I think the present reading If thou canst mutiny in a man right, but cannot admit that Hano VOL, VIII.

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