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That he, as 't were by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia. Her father, and myself,
Will so bellow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge;
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.

Queen. I shall obey you:
And for my part, Ophelia, I do with,
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness : So shall I hope your virtues
May bring him to his wonted way again
To both

your

honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. (Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so

please ye, We will beltow ourselves-Read on this book; That shew of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do-sugar o'er The devil himself.

King. Oh, 'tis too true. How smart á lalh that speech doth give my con.

science ! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word. [Afide. Oh heavy burden! Pol. I hear him coming ; let's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt all but Ophelia.

SCENE II.

Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be? that is the question.

Whether 'ris nobler in the mind, to suffer The Nings and arrows of outrageous fortune;

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* Or to take arms against assail of troubles,
And by oppoling end them ?-10 die,-to deep
No more; and by a sleep, to say, we end
The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to ; 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be with’d. To die-to sleep-
To sleep? perchance, to dream ; ay, there's the

rub
For in that sleep of Death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this Mortal coil,
Must give us paafe.-There's the respect,
That makes Calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pang of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The infolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes ;
When he himself might his Quielus make
With a bare bodkin ? who would fardles bear,
To
groan
and sweat under a weary

life?
But that the dread of something after dea:h,
(That undiscover'd country, from whose bourne
No traveller returns) puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all :
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is ficklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith, and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action-Soft

you,

now!

(Secing Oph. The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy orisons Be all

my fins remembred. Oph. Good my lord, How does your Honour for this many a day?

* Or to take arms againg a fea of troubles,] Without Question Shakespear wrote, -against Assail of Troubles. in c. Assault. Warb.

Ham.

are

Ham. I humbly thank you, well;-

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I

pray you, now receive them.
Ham. No, I dever gave you aught.
Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you

did: And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd, As made the things more rich : that perfume loft, Take these again ; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. Ham. Ha, ha,

you

honest ?
Oph. My lord,
Ham. Are you fair?
Oph. What means your lordship?

Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should adinit no discourse in your beauty.

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty ?

Ham. Aý, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honesty can translate beauty into its likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Ham. You should not have believed me. For virtué cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it.

I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceiv'd.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldit thou be a breeder of linners ? I am myself indifferent honeft; but yet I could accuse me of such Things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, * with more

offences with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination, &c.] What is the Meaning of Thoughts to put them in?

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-Go thy ways

offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in name, imagination to give them shape, or time to ad them in. What should such fellows, as I, do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of usto a nunnery-_Where's

your

father? Oph. At home, my lord.

Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel.

Oph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns!

Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny:-Get thee to a nunnery,--farewel-Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool: for wise men know well enough, what monsters

you

make of them-To a nunnery, goand quickly too :'farewel.

Oph. Heav'nly powers, restore him !

Ham. I have heard of your painting 100, well enough : God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnels your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath - made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, thall live; the relt shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

[Exii Hamler. Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue,

sword!
Th'expe&ancy and role of the fair State,
The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down !

A word is dropt out, We should read,

-thoughts to fut them in name.] This was the Progress. The Offences are first conceived and namod, -then projeded to be put in Ad, then executed.

Warb.

I am of ladies most deje& and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows :
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh;
That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth,
Blafted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me!
T' have seen what I have seen ; see what I fee.

King. LOV

S CE N E III.

Enter King and Polonius.
OVE! his affections do not that way

tend,
Nor what he spake, tho' it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. Something's in his soul,
O’er which his melancholy sits on brood ;
And, I do doubt, the hatch and the disclose
Will be fome danger, which, how to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down. He shall with speed to England,
For the demnand of our neglected Tribute:
Haply, the Seas and Countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart ;
Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think

you on't ? Pol. It should do well. But yet do I believe, The origin and commencement of this grief Sprung from negle&ted love. How now, Ophelia ?--You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said, We heard it all, ---My lord, do as you please ;

(Exit Ophelia. But if you hold it fit, after the Play Let his Queen-mother all alone intreat him: To shew his griefs ; let her be round with him : And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear Of all their conf'rence. If the find him not, To England send him; or confine him, where Vol. IX.

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