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« limited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus "s too light. For the law of wil, and the liberty, these ** are the only men.

Ham. Oh, Jephiha, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadit thou !

Pol. What a treasure had he, my Lord ?

Ham. Why; one fuir daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.

Pol Still on my daughter,
Ham. Am I not i'th'right, old Jephtha ?

Pol. If you call me Jephtha, my Lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well.

Ham. Nay, that follows not,
Pol. What follows then,

my

Lord ? Ham. Why, as by lot, God wot--and then you know, it came to pajs, as most like it was; the first row of the rubric * will shew you more. For look where my a• bridgements come.

Enter four or five players. Y'are welcome, mallers, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well ; welcome, good friends. Oh ! old friend ! thy face is valanc'd since I saw thee last : com'lt thou to

beard me in Denmark? What! my young lady and mi: stress? berlady, your ladyship is nearer heaven tban

when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chicppine. Pray Gnd your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not crack'd within the ring Masters, you are all welcome'; well e'en to't like friendly faulconers, fly at any thing we fee; we'll have a speech streight. Come, give us a taste of your quality ; come, a paflionate speech.

i Play. What speech, my good Lord ?

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once; but it was never acted ; or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd not the million, 'twas Caviar to the General; but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play; well digefted in the scenes, fet

* It is pons chanjins in the first folio cdition. The old ballads fing on bridges, and from thence called pors clanfons, Hamlet is here repeating ends of old songs. The rubric is equivalent; the titles, of ond ballads being written in red letters.

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down with as much modely * as cunning. I remember
one said, there was no falt in the lines, to make the mat-
ter savoury; burnomatter in the phrase, that might in-
ditet the author of affectation; but called it an honeit 5
method. One speech in it i chiefly lov'd; it was Æ-
neas's tale to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially,
where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your
memory, begin at this line, let me see, let me fee
The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' tiyrcanian b:att, --It is

-it begins with Pyrrhus.
The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose fable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horle ;
Hath now his dread and black compledion (mear'd
With heraldry more dismal; head to foot,
Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fons,
Bak'd and impasted with, the parching fires,
That lend a tyrannous and da nned light
To inurthers vile, Roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the bellilh Pyrrhus
Old grandfire Priam seeks..

Pol. 'Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good accent, and good discretion.

1 Play, Anon he finds him,
Striking, too short, at Greeks. His antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls.
Repugnant to command; unequal match'd,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
But with the whif and wind of his fell fword.
Th'unnerved father falls. " Then senseless Ilium,

Seeming to feel this blow, with Haining top
" Stoops to his base ; and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo, his sword,,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of rev'rend Priam, feedn'd i'th' air to-stick ;
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus Itood;
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,

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Did nothing.
“ But as we often see, against some form,
“ A filence in the heav'ns, the rack stand still,
" The bold winds fpeechless, and the orb below
“ As bush as death ; anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region : so after Pyrrhus' paule,
A roused vengeance sets him new a work;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars his armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune ! all you gods,.
In general lynod take away her power.
Break all her spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down che hill of heav'n,
As low as to the fiends.

Pol. This is too long.

Ham. It thall to th' barber's with your beard. Pa'ya thee, lay on; he's for a jigg, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba. s: Play. But who, ah! who had seen the mobled

Queen
Ham. The mobled Queen ?
Pot. That's good; mobled Queen is good.

1. Play Run bare-foot up and down, threat'ning the With biffon rheum; a clout upon that head,

[Alames Where late the diadem stood; and for a robe About her lunk, and all-o'er-teemed loins, A blanket in th'alarm of fear caught up: Who this had leen, with tongue in venom feep'd, 'Gainst Fortune's ttate would reason have pronounc'de Fu if the gods themselves did see her then, When the saw Pyrrhus anake malicious sport in mincing with his sword her husband's limbs; The instant burst of clamour that she made, (Unless things mortal move them not at all). Would have made milch che burning eyes of heaven, And passion in the gods.

Pol. Look whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's eyes. Frythee, no more

Ham. 'Tis well, i'll have thee fpeak out the rest of this 1oonGood ny. Lord, will you see the players

well beltow'd ? Do ye hear, let them be well us'd; for they are the ab{tract and brief chronicles of the time. After your death, you were better have a bad. epitaph, than their ill report while you liv'd.

Pol. My Lord, I will use them according to their defert.

Ham, God's bodikins, man, much better: Use e. very man after his desert, and who thall 'scape whipping? use them after your own honour and dignity.

The less they deserve, the more merit is in your boun-ty. Take chern in.. Pol. Come, Sirs.

[Exit Polonius, Ham. Follow him, friends -: we'll hear a play to-morrow,

Dost thou hear me, old friend, can you play: the murther of Gonzago?

Flay. Ay, my Lord.

Ham. We'll ha't to morrow night. You could, for : a need, study a tpeech of lome dozen or fixteen lines; , which I would let down, and intert in't? could yę not?

Play. Ay, my Lord.

Ham Very well.. Follow that Lord, and look you : mock.him not. My good friends, I'll leave you till night, you are welcome to Ellinoor. Ref. Good my Lord,

[Exeunt; SCENE VIII. Manet Hamlet. Han. Ay, fo, God b'w'ye: now I am alone.. Oh, what a rogue and peasant Rave am I? “ Is it not monstrous, that this player here, , “ But in a fi&ion, in a dream of passion, · Could force his soul so to his own conceit, " That, from her working, all his vilage wand; : “ Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, “ A broken voice, and his whole function suiting, " With forms, to his conceit? and all for nothing?. " For Hecuba ? " What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, " That he should wecp for her ? What would he do,'. “ Had he the motive and the çue for paflion, " That I have ? . He would drown the stage with tearss: " And cleave the gen’ral ear with horrid 1peech.;, 1. Make mad the grilov, and appal the free;,

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Corfound the ign'rant, and amaze, indeed, • The very faculty of eyes and ears. A dull and muddy-mettled ra!cal, peak, Like John a-dreains, unpregnant of my cause; And can say nothing,—no, nct for a King, Upon whose property and most dear life A damo'd defeat t was made, Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks n.y pate across, Plucks off my beard, and blow's it in my face, Tweaks me by th'role, gives nie the lye i’ th' throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! why, I should take it- -for it cannot be,, But I am pigeon-liver’d, and lack gall To make cppreflion bitter; or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this flave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain ! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Oh, vengeance !-Why, what an ais am I ! this is moft brave; That I, the son of a dear father murthered, Prompted to my revenge by heav'n and hell, Must, like a whore, uopack my heart with words, . And fall a.curling like a very drabA fcullion,-fy upon't! foh!-about, my brain! I've heard, that guilty creatures, at a play, H.ave by the e..y cunning of the fcene Been struck fo to the soul, that presently. They have proclaim'd their inalefactions. For marther, though it have no toogue, will fpeak with most miraculous organ,

I'll have these players, Play something like the murther of my father, Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks; I ll tent him to the quick; if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen, May be the devil; and the devil hath power T'assume a pleasing shape-; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits), Abutes me to damn ine. I'll have grounds More relative than this : the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. [Exis,

unpregnant, for having no due sense of. + defeat, for deftruétion. i relative, for conviftive,

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