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King It shall be fo: Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. [Exeunt,

Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players. Ham. “ Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pro" nounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But " if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as " lieve the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do

not faw the air too much with your hand thus, but “ use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, " as I may fay, whirlwind of your paffion, you must " acquire and beget a temperance that may give it • smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul, to hear “ a robusteous periwig. pated fellow tear a passion to

tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the ground" lings; who (for the most part) are capable of no

thing, but inexplicable dumb shews and poise; I " could have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing tere

magant ? it out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it. Ploy. I warrant your Honour.

Ham. " Be not too tame neither ; but let your own « discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, " the word to the action, with this special observance, " that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for any " thing fo overdone is from the purpose of playing ; " whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to v hold as 't were the mirror up to nature; to fhew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the “ very age and body of the time, his form and pressure " Now, this overdone, or come tardy of, tho' it make " the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious “ grieve the censure of one of which must in your allow

ance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there " be players that I have seen play, and heard others " praile, and that highly, (not to fpeak it profanely), rihat (reither having the accent of Christian, nor “ the gate of Christian, Pagan, nor mant] bave so • strutted and bellow'd, that I have thought some of " nature's journeymen had made men, and not made * them well; they imitated humanity fo abon.inably."

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Play. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with


Ham “Oh, reform it altogether; and let those that " play your clowns, speak no more than is set down “ for them: for there be of them that will themselves

laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean tiine, fome necef

sary question of the play be then to be considered: " that's villanous, and fhews a most pitiful ambition in 66 the fool that uses it. Go make you ready."

[Exeunt Players.

S CE N E IV. Enter Polonius, Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.. How now, my Lord? will the King hear this piece of

work? Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently.

Ham. Bid the players make halte. [Exit Polonius. Will you two help to hasten them? Both. We will, my Lord.

[Exeunt: Ham. What, ho, Horacio !

Enter Horatio to Hamlet. Hor. Here, sweet Lord, at your service.

Ham, Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.

Hor. Oh, my dear Lord,

Ham. “ Nay, do not think I Hatter: " For what advancement may I hope from thee, “ That no revenue haft, but thy good fpirits, “ To feed and clothe thee? Should the poor be hat. " No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, [ter'd! « And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, “ Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? * Since my dear foul was mistrets of her choice, ** And could of men distinguith, her election • Hati feal'd thee for herfelf. For thou hast been “ As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing : " A man that Fortune's buffers and rewards “ Haft ta’en with equal thanks. And bless'd are those, " Whole blood and judgmeot are so well comingled, VOL. VIII.


" That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger,
“ To sound what stop the please. Give me that man
" That is not Passion's slave, and I will wear him
e lo my heart's core; ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.--Something too much of this,
There is a play to night before the King,
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
I pr’ythee, when thou seest that act a-foot,
Ev'n with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle : if his occult guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen;
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's Atithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;
And, after, we will both our judgements join,
In censure of his seeming.

Hor. Well, my Lord.
If he feal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft,

S CE N E V. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrantz,

Guildenfiern, and other Lords attendants, with a guard carrying torches. Danish march. Sound a flourish.

Ham. They're coming to the play; I must be idle. Get you a place.

King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?

Ham. Excellent, i' faith, of the cameleon's dish :. I eat the air, promise-cramm’d: you cannot feed ca

pons so.

King I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine,

Ham. No, nor mine.. Now, my Lord; you play'd once i'th'university, you say? [To Polonius.

Pol. That I did, my Lord, and was accounted a good actor.

Ham. And what did you ena& ?

Pol I did enad Julius Cæfar, I was kill'd i'th' Capitol: Brutus kill'd me.

Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill fo capital a calf there. Be the players ready?

Rof. Ay, my Lord, they stay upon your patience.
Queen Come hither, my dear Hamlet, fit by me.
Ham. Ņo, good mother, here's mettle more ate

Pol Oh ho, do you mark that?
Ham, Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.
Oph. No, my Lord,
Ham, I mean, my head upon your lap!
Oph. Ay, my Lord.
Ham. Do you think I meant country-matters?
Oph. I think nothing, my Lord.
Ham. That's a fair chought, to lie between a maid's

Oph, What is, my Lord ?
Ham. Nothing
Oph. You are merry, my Lord.
Ham, Who, 1?

Opha Ay, my Lord. Harr. Oh God! your only jig-maker; what should a maa do but be merry? For, look you, how chearfully my mother looks, and my father dy'd within these two hours.

Oph. Nay, 'tis two months, my Lord.

Ham. So long? nay, then let the devil wear black, 'fore I'll have a fuit of fable. Oh heav'ns ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yer ! then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by’r lady, he must build churches then ; or else fall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse ; whose epitaph is, For ob, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgof. SCENE VI. Hautboys play, The dumb few enters. Enter a Duke and Duchess, with regal coronets, very lo

vingly; the Duchess embracing him, and he her. She kneels; he take, her up, and declines his head upon her neck; be lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she feeiniz him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes of his crown, kifes it, and pour's poison in the

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Duke's ears, and exit. The Duchess returns, finds the

Duke dead, and makes passionaie action. The paifoner, with some two or three mutes, comes in agains seerning to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The psifoner woves the Duchess with gifts ; she seems loth and unwilling a while, but in the end accepts his love.

[Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my Lord ?

Ham. Marry, this is miching Malhechor; it means mischief,

Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play?

Enter Prologue. Ham. We thall know by this fellow : the players cannot keep counsel, they'll tell all.

Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ?

Ham. Ay, or any show that you will focw him. Be not you aflaned to shew, he' not frame to tell you what it means.

Oph. You are naught, you are paught, I'H mark the


Prol, For us and for our fragedy,

Here stooping to your clemency,

IVe beg your hearing patientiy.
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the pofie of a ring?
Opb. 'Tis brief, my Lord,
Hant. As woman's love.

Enter Duke, and Duchefi, Player fa
Duke, Full thirty times bath Phæbus' car gone round
Neptune's falt wafh, and Tellus' orbed ground;
Ard thirty dozen moons with horrowed theen.
About the world have times twelve thirty been,
Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,
Unite committual, in most facred bands.

Duch. So many journcys may the sun and moon
Make us again cuunt o'er ere love be done.
But woe is me you are so fick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former ftate,

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