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Dear maid, kind fiter, sweet Ophilia!
his grave reigns many a tear ;
(62) Narure is fine in love,] Mr. Pope seems puzzled at this passage, and therefore in both his editions subjoins this conje&ure. Perhaps, says he,
Nature is fire in love, and sobere 'ris fire,
After the ibing it loves. I own, táis conjecture to me imparts no satisfactory idea. Nature is suppos’d to be the fire, and to furnith the incense too : bad love been suppos’d the fire, and nature sent out the incense, I bould more readily have been reconcil'd to the sentiment. But no change, in my opinion, is necessary to the text ; I conceive, that this might be the Poet's meaning. “ In the passion of love, nature becomes more ex. " quisite of sensation, is more delicate and refin'd; 16.10 is, natural « affection, rais'd and sublim'd into a love-paffion, becomes more “ inflamed and intense than usual ; and where it is so, as people in “ love generally fend what they have of most valuable after their “ lovers ; so poor Opbelia has sent her most precious fenses after the “ object of her inflim'd affection.” If I miftake not, our Poet has play'd with this thought, of the powers being refind by the passion, in feveral other of his plays. His clown, in As You Like
it, seems Sensible of this refinement; but, talking in his own way, interprets it a sort of frantickness,
We, that are frue lovers, run into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Again, in Troilus and Cressida, the latter expresses herself concern. ing grief, exactly as Laertes does here of nature.
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I tafte ;
Which causeth it. But Jago, in Qıbello, delivers himself much more dire&t!y to the puro pose of the fenriment here before us,
Come hither, if thou bee'st valiant; as they say, base men, being in love, bave then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
may call it
Laer. Hadft thou thy wits, and didit persuade revenge, It could not move thus.
Oph. You must fing, down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O how the wheel becomes it! it is the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; pray, love, remember; and there's pansies, that's for thoughts.
Laer. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's you,
and here's some for me. We herb of grace o' Sundays: you may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd; they say, he made a good end;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
And will be not came again?
Gramercy on his foul !
They find us touch’d, we will our Kingdom give,
But if not,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul,
Laer. Let this be so.
King. So you shall :
Hor. Let them come in.
Soil. He shall, Sir, an't please him.-- There's a letter for you, Sir: It comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Horatio reads the letter.
d , these fellows some means 10 the King : they have lerrers for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate
warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding our. felves too slow of fail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them : on the instant they got clear of our fpip, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did: I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much bafte as thou woulde fly death. I have words to speak in
will make thee dumb ; yet are they much to light
put me in
for the metter. These good fellows will bring thee where I
Rofincrantz and Guildenstern held their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee, farewel.
He that thou knowe thine, Hamlet. Come, I will make you way for these your letters; And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt.
Enter King, and Laertes. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must
heart for friend;
Larr. It well appears. But tell me,
King. Two special reasons,
So that my arrows
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost,
King. Break not your sleeps for that; you must not
Enter a Messenger
King. From Hamlet? who brought them?
[Exit Mes. IGH and Mighty, you shall know, I am fet naked
on your Kingdom. To-morrow foall I beg leave ia Jee your kingly eyes. When I shall, (first asking your pardon thereunto, ) recount th' occasion of my sudden return.
Hamlet. What should this mean? are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse. - and no such thing?
Laer. Know you the hand ?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character ;
Laer, I'm lost in it, my Lord: but let him come ;
King. If it be so, Laertes,
be rul'd by me ?
King. To thine own peace; if he be now return’d,