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know ;

That I distrust you; yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my Lord, it nothing must,
For women fear too much, ev'n as they love,
And womens' fear and love hold quantity ;
'Tis either none, or in extremity.
Now what my love is, proof hath made you
And as my love is siz'd, my fear is fo.
Where love is great, the smallest doubts are fear :
Where little fears grow great; great love grows there;

Duke, 'Faith, I must leave thee, Love, and shortly
My operant powers their functions leave to do, (too:
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honour'd, belov.d; and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou .

Duch. Oh, confound the rest!
Such love mult needs be treason in


breast : In second husband let me be accors'd! None wed the second, but who kill the first.

Ham. Wormwood, wormsood !

Duch. The instances that second marriage move,
Are Base respects of thrift, but none of love.
A fecond time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.

Duke. I do believe you think what now you speak;:
But what we do determine oft we break;
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth; but poor validity:
Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree;.
But fall unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt ;
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The paffion ending, doth the purpose lose;
The violence of either grief or joy,
Their own enactors with themselves destroy.
Where joy.most revels, grief doth most lament ; :
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for ay ; ncr 'tis not strange,
That ev'n our loves thould with our fortunes changeon
For 'tis a question lett us yet to prove,
Whether Love leads Fortune, or else Fortune Love,

The great man down, you mark. his fav'rite flies ;

poor advanc'd, makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doch Love on Fortune tend,
For who not needs, fhall never läck a friend;
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Direally feasons him lis enemy.
Bit orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do fo contrary run,
That our devices still are overthrown ;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
Think till, thou wilt no fecond husband wed;
But die thy thoughts when the first lord is dead.

Duch. Nor earth co me give food, nor heaven light #
Sport and repose lock from me day and nights
To desperation turn my trust and hope ! -
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope * !
Each oppolite that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy y
Both here, and hence, purfue me lasting strife!
If, once a widow, ever I be wife..

Ham. If the should break it now.
Duke. 'Tis deeply fworn; fweet, leave me here a

while ;

My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with fleep.

[Sleeps. Duch, Sleep rock thy brain, And never come miletrance between us twain! [Exit,

Ham: Madam, how like you this play?"
Queen. The lady protests too much, merhinks.
Ham. Oh, but she'll keep her word.

King. Have you heard the argument, is there no of fence in't ?

Ham. No, no they do but jest, poifon in jest, no of fence.i' th' world.

King. What do you call the play?

Ham. The Mouse-trap; Varrry, how tropi. gally. This play, is the image of a murther done in Vienna; Gonzago is the Duke's name, his wife's Baptista; you fhuli see anon 'tis a 'knavish piece of work : but what o' that? your Majesty, and we that have free:

*i. c. may I be as clofely and straitly confined as the most more tified seclufc.

fouls, it touches us not ; let the gallid jade winch, our withers are unwrung.

Enter Lucianus.
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the Duke.

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my Lord.

Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.

Oph. You are keen, my Lord, you are keen

Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my. edge.

Opb. Still better and worfe.

Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murtherer... Leave thy damnable faces, and

begin Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

Lac. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time Confederate season, and no creature feeing : (agreeing :* Thou mixture rank, of imidnight-weeds collected, With Hecate's bane thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy nacural magic, and dire property, On wholesome lite ufurp immediately.

[Pours the prison into his ears. Ham. He poisons him i'th' garden for's estate ; his name's Gonzago ; the story is extant, and writ in choice. Italian., You Thall see anon how the murtherer gets the. love of Gonzago's wife,

Oph. The King rises.
Ham. What, frighted with false fire !
Queen, How fares my Lord ?
Pol. Give o'er the play,
King. Give me some light. Away !
All. Lights, lights, lights !

[Exeunde CENE VII: Manent, Hamlet and Horatior Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play;
Por fome must watch, whilst some muft fleep;

So runs the world away. Would not this, Sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the reit of my. fortunes turn Turk with me), with two pros vincial roses on my rayed shoes, get me a fellowfbip in: a cry of players *, sir?

Hor. Half a share..

Ham. A whole one, I. 6. For thou dost know, oh Damon dear,

". This realm dismantled was “. Of Jove himself, and now reigns here

“ A very, very, peacock t. Ham, You might have rhim'd.

Hor. Oh, good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pounds. Didit perceive ?

Hor. Very well, my Lord.
Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning ?
Hor, I did very well note him.

Enter. Rosincrantz and Guildenstern.
Ham. Oh, ha ! come, some music : come, there.
For if the King like not the comedy ; [corders.
Why, then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, fome music.

Guil. Goud my. Lord, vouchsafe me a word with yoy.
Ham. Sir, a whole history.
Guil. The King, Sir-
Ham. Ay, Sir, what of him?
Guil, Is, in his retirement, marvellous distemper'd
Ham. With drink, sir?
Guil. No, my Lord, with choler.

Ham. Your wisdom should shew itself more rich, to fignify this to his doctor : for, for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him iato more choler.

Guil. Good my Lord, put your discourse into fome: frame, and start -not-so wildly from my affair.

Ham, I am tame, Sir ;- pronounce. Guil. The Queen your mother, in most great affliction : of spirit, hath sent me to you..

Ham. You are welcome.

Guil. Nay, good my Lord. this courtesy is not of the right breed. if it. Thall please you to make me a whole tome answer, I will do your mother's commandment ; • An allusion to a pack of hounds.

+. This alludes to a fable of the birds chuling a king, instead ofx the cagle, a peacock..

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if not, your pardos, dod my return fhall be the end of my business.

Ham, Sir, I cannot.
Guil. What, my Lord ?

Ham. Make you a wholfome answer : my wit's difeas'd. But, Sir, such answer as I can make,

you saall command; or rather, as you say, my mother---therefore no more but to the matter my mother, you Say

Rof. Then thuis she says: Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement, and admiration.

Ham. () wooderful fon, that can fo altonish a mother! but is there no fequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ?

Rof Sbe defiees to speak with you in her clofet ere you go to bed.

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, Have you any further trade with us?

Rof. My Lord, you once did love me.
Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Rof. Good my Lord, wbat is your cause of diftem-

you do surely bar the door of your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.

Ham, Sir, i lack advancement,

Rof. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself for your fuccedion in Denmark?

Ham Ay, but while the grass grows the proverb is something muity.

Entei one, with a Recorder, Oh, the recorders; let me see onc. To withdraw with you_why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a coil ? Guil, Oh, my Lord, if my duty be too bold, my

love is too unmannerly.

Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

Guil, My Lord, I cannot.
Ham, I pray you.
Guil. Believe me, I cannot.
Ham. I do beseech you.
Guil. I know no touch of it

per ?

my Lord.

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