fool; for wife men know well enough, what monsters you make of them-To a nunnery, go-and quickly too farewel. Oph. Heav'nly powers, restore him! Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonnefs your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, fhall live; the reft fhall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet, Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, fword! Th' expectancy and rofe of the fair itate, The glafs of fashion, and the mold of form, T' have seen what I have feen: fee what I fee. Enter King and Polonius. King. Love his affections do not that way tend, Thus fet it down. He fhall with fpeed to England, This fomething-fettled matter in his heart; Whereon Whereon his brains ftill beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on't? Pol. It fhall do well. But yet do I believe, The origin and commencement of this grief Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia ?You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet faid, We heard it all.My Lord, do as you please; [Exit Ophelia. But if you hold it fit, after the play King. It fhall be so : Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. [Exeunt. Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players. Ham. Speak the fpeech, I pray you; as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve, the towncrier had spoke my lines. And do not faw the air too much with your hand thus; but ufe all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, as I may fay, whirl-wind of your paffion, you must acquire and beget a temperance may give it fmoothnefs. Oh, it offends me to the foul, to hear a robuftious periwig-pated fellow tear a paffion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings who (for the most part) are capable of nothing, but inexplicable dumb thews, and noife: I could have fuch a fellow whipt for o'er-doing Termagant; it out-berods Hercd. Pray you, avoid it. that : Play. I warrant your honour. Ham. Be not too tame neither; but let your own difcretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this fpecial obfervance, that you o'er-ftep not the modefty of nature; for any thing fo overdone is from the purpofe of playing; whofe end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere VOL. VIII. H the the mirror up to nature; to fhew virtue her own feature, fcorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and preffure. Now this over-done, or come tardy of, tho' it make the unfkilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve: the cenfure of which one must in your allowance o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be players that I have feen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, (not to speak it prophanely) that neither having the accent of chriftian, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellow'd, that I have thought fome of nature's journey-men had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity fo abominably. us. Play. I hope, we have reform'd that indifferently with Ham. Oh, reform it altogether. And let thofe, that play your clowns, fpeak no more than is fet down for them: For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to fet on fome quantity of barren fpectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, fome neceffary queftion of the Play be then to be confidered: That's villainous; and fhews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready. [Exeunt Players. Enter Polonius, Rofincrantz, 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 hafte. Will you two help to haften them? Ham. What, ho, Horatio! Enter Horatio to Hamlet. [Exit Polonius. [Exeunt. Hor. Here, fweet Lord, at your fervice. As e'er my converfation cop'd withal. Ham. Nay, do not think, I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee, That That no revenue haft, but thy good fpirits, To feed and cloath thee? should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick abfurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Doft thou hear? 1 Since my dear foul was mistress of her choice, And could of men diftinguish, her election Hath feal'd thee for herfelf. For thou hast been As one, in fuffering all, that fuffers nothing: A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Haft ta'en with equal thanks. And bleft are thofe, Whofe blood and judgment are fo well comingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger, To found what ftop the pleafe. Give me that man, That is not paffion's flave, and I will wear him In 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 circumftance, Which have told thee, of my father's death. I pr'ythee, when thou feest that act a-foot, Ev'n with the very comment of thy foul Obferve mine uncle: if his occult guilt Do not itself unkennel in one fpeech, It is a damned ghost that we have feen : And my imaginations are as foul (37) As Vukan's fmithy. Give him Feedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; And, after, we will both our judgments join, In cenfure of his feeming. Hor. Well, my Lord. If he fteal aught, the whilft this Play is playing, (37) And my imaginations are as foul, As Vulcan's ftithy.] have ventur'd, again the authority of I have viven my realors in the 40 h note on Troilus, to whien, for brevity's fake, I beg leave to refer the readers. all the copies, to fubftitute fmithy here. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rofincrantz, Guildenstern, and other Lords attendant, with a guard carrying torches. Danish March. Scund a flourish. Ham. They're coming to the Play; I must be idle. Get you a place. King. How fares our coufin Hamlet? Hm. Excellent, i'faith, of the camelion's dish: I eat the air, promife-cramm'd you cannot feed capons fo. King. I have nothing with this anfwer, Hamlet; thefe words are not mine. Ham. No, nor mine.-Now, my Lord; you play'd once i'th' university, you say? [T, Polonius. Pol. That I did, my Lord, and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did you ena&t? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæfar, I was kill'd i'th' Capitol: Brutus kill'd me. Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill fó capital a calf there. Be the players ready? Rof. Ay, my Lord, they ftay upon your patience. Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Ham. Lady, fhall I lie in your lap? Oph. No, my Lord. [Lying down at Ophelia's feet. Ham. I mean, my Head upon your lap? Oph. Ay, my Lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? Oth. I think nothing, my Lord. [legs. Ham. That's a fair thought, to lie between a maid's Oph. What is, my Lord! Ham. Nothing. Oph. You are merry, my Lord. Ham. Who, I? Oph. Ah, my Lord. Ham. Oh God! your only jig-maker; what should a man do, but be merry? For, look you, how chearfully my |