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As we have warrantry; her death was doubtful ;
And but that great Command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd.
'Till the last Trump. For charitable prayers,
Shards, Aints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her;
Yet here she is' allow'd her virgin rites,
Her maiden-ftrewments, and the bringing home
? Of bell and burial.

Laer. Must no more be done?

Prieft. No more be done!
We should profane the service of the dead,
To sing a Requiem, and such Rest to her
As to peace-parted fouls.

Laer. Lay her i' th’ earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted Aesh
May violets spring ? I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministring angel shall my fifter be,
When thou liest howling.

Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !
Queen. Sweets to the sweet, farewel !

[Scattering flowers. I hop'd, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;

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allow'd ber virgin RITES,] Crants therefore was the origiThe old quarto reads virgin nal word, which the authour, disCRANTS, evidently corrupted covering it to be provincial, and from Chants, which is the perhaps not understood, changed true word. A specific rather than to a term more intelligible, but a generic term being here re less proper. Maiden rites give quired, to answer to maiden no certain or definite image. He strewments. WARBURTON. might have put ma'den wreaths,

I have been informed by an or maiden garlands, but he peranonymous correspondent, that haps bestowed no thought upcrants is the German word for on it, and neither genius nor garlands, and I suppose it was practice will always supply a retained by us from the Saxons. hasty writer with the most proper To carry garlands before the bier ' diction. of a maiden, and to hang them 2 Of bell and burial.]. Burial, over her grave, is still the prac- here signifies interment in concice in rural parishes.

fecrated ground. WARBURTON.

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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck?d; fweet maido
And not have strew'd thly Grave..

Laer. O treble woe;
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
Whose wicked deed thy moft ingenious fenfe
Depriv’d thee of! Hold off the earth a while,-
'Till-I have caught her once more in my arms..

[Laertes leaps into the Grave
Now pile pour dust upon the quick and dead,
'Till of this flat'a mountain you have made,
To'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head:
Of blue Olympus

Ham. [discovering himself.) What is he whole griefs Bear such an emphasis ? whofe phrafe: of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars, and makes them standa Like wonder-wounded-hearers ? This is I,.

[Hamlet leaps into the Grave Hamlet the Dane.

Laer. The devil take thy foul! [Grappling with him.

Ham. Thou pray'st not well.
I pr’ythee; take thy fingers from my throat-
For-though I am not fplenitive and rafh;
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom, fear. Hold off thy hand.
King. Pluck them afunden:
Queen. Hamlet, Hömlet.
For. Good my Lord, be quiet.

[The attendants part themi Ham. Whiy, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eye-lids will no longer wag.

Queen. Oh my fon! what theme?

Ham. I lov'di Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their, quantity of love
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her ?

King. O, he is mad, Laertes:
Queen. For love of God, forbear him
Ham. Cóme, shew me what thou’lt do:

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3 Woo't drink up Eisel, eat a Crocodile ?
I'll do't.Do'st thou come hither but to whine ?
To out-face me with leaping in her Grave;
Be buried quick with her; and so will I;
And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning Zone,
Make osa like a wart! Nay, an thou’ft mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

Queen. This is meer madness;
And thus a while the Fit will work on him :
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
* Ere that her golden couplets are disclos’d,

3 Woo't, drink up Efill, eat a i. e. Wilt thou swallow down

crocodile ?] This word has large draughts of vinegar? The thro' all the editions been distin- proposition, indeed, is not very guished by Italick characters, as grand; but the doing it might be if it were the proper name of as distasteful and unfavoury, as fome river ; and so, I dare say, eating the flesh of a crocodile. all the editors have from time to And now there is neither an imtime understood it to be. But poffibility, nor an Anticlimax : then this must be some river in and the lowness of the idea is in Denmark; and there is none there some measure remov'd by the unso called ; nor is there any near common term.

THEOBALD, it in name, that I know of, but Hanmer has, rjel, from which the province Wilt drink up Nile, or eat a of Overyfel derives its title in crocodile?? the German Flanders. Befides, 4 When that her golden couHamlet is not propofing any im plets-] We should read, poffibilities to Laertes, as the E'er that--for it is the patience drinking up a river would be: of birds, during the time of inbut he rather seems to mean, cubation, that is here fpoken of. Wilt thou resolve to do things The Pigeon generally fits upon the most shocking and diftatteful two eggs; and her young, when to human nature? and, behold, first disclosed, are covered with I am as resolute.

a yellow down. WARBURTON. fuaded, the poet wrote;

Perhaps it should be, Wilt drink up Eisel, eat a crocodtle?

Yetand ye are easilyconfounded. Vol. VÌII. U

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His silence will fit drooping.

Ham. Hear you, Sir
What is the reason that you use me thus ?
I lov'd you ever ; but it is no matter-
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, the dog will have his day. [Exit.
King. I pray you, good Horatie, wait

upon

him.

Exit Hor. Strengthen your patience in our last night's fpeech,

[TO Laertes. We'll put the matter to the present push. Good Gertrude, fet fome watch over your fon, et This Grave shall have a living Monument. An hour of quiet shortly shall we fee; 'Till then, in patience our proce:ding be. [Exeunt.

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the other.
You do remember all the circumstance?

Hor. Remember it, my Lord?
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fight-

ing,
That would not let me seep ; methought, I lay :
Worse than the s mutines in the Bilbocs.Rafhly,

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And prais'd be rashness for it-Let us know,
Our indiscretion sometimes ferves us well,
When our deep ploes do fail; and that should teach

us,
There's a Divinity that shapés our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will:

Hor. That is most certain.
10 Ham. Up from my cabin,
My fea-gown scarft about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
Finger’d their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine own room again ; making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand Commission, where I found, Horatio,
A royal knavery; an exact Command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
7 With, ho ! such buggs and goblins in my life;

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reading is, Ozer rabness lets us That he rafhly and then is know that our indifcretion ferves , carried into a reflection upon the us well, when, &c. But this weakness of human wisdom. I could never be Shakespear's sense. rafhly praised be rashness for We should read and point thus, it-Let us not think these events Rafmnefs

casual, but let us know, that is, (And prais'd be rafonefs for it) take notice and remember, that we lets us know ;

sometimes succeed by indifereOr indiscretion sometimes ferves. tion, when we fail by deep plots, us well,

and infer the perpetual luperinWhen, &c.] i, e. Rashness ac tendence and agency of the Divi. quaints us with what we cannot" nity. The observation is just, penetrate to by plots. WARB. and will be allowed by every Both my copies read,

human being who shall reflect on Rafhly,

the course of his own life. And prais'd be rashness for it, 7. With bo! fuch buggs and let us know,

goblins in my life; With Hamlet, delivering an account such causes of terrour, arifing from of his escape, begins with saying, my character and designs.

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