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Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift!
But come!

And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant;
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Here, as before, never, so help you mercy!

You laying these slight sullies on my son,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,

As 'twere a thing a little soild i'the working, nobe ind?

As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on, -

Your party in converse, him you would sound, 1!

That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake, The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,

He closes with you in this consequence,
As, Well, well, we know ;-or, We could an ij Good sir, or so; or friend, or gentleman,- ;
we would ; or, If we list to speak; or, There According to the phrase, or the addition,
be, an if they might;

Of man, and country.
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note

Rey. Very good, my lord!

you know aught of me. - This do you 'swear, Pol. And then, sir, does he this, – he does -
So grace and mercy at your most need help you!

What was 1 about to say? – By the mass, I was Ghost. (Beneath.j Swear!

about to say something: - where did I leave? Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, Rey. At, closes in the consequence. e riliain, dear, de With all my love I do commend me to you:

Pol, At, closes in the consequence, - Ay marry:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is

He closes with you thus :- I know the gentleman;
May do, to express his love and friending to you, I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray!

The time is out of joint; O cursed spite! There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse;
That ever I was born to set it right!

There falling out at tennis: or perchance,
Nay, come, let's go together!

(Exeunt. I suw him enter such a house of sale,

(Videlicet, a brothel,) or so forth.

See you now;

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
SCENE I. - A room in Polonius's house. And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
Enter Polonius and REYNALDO.

With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
Pol. Give him this money,and these notes, Reynaldo! By indirections find directions out:
Rey. I will, my lord !

So, by my former lecture and advice,
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
Before you visit him, to make inquiry

Rey. My lord, I have!
Of his behaviour.

Pol. God be wil


Rey. My lord, I did intend it.

Rey. Good my lord,
Pol. Marry, well said! very well said ! Look you, sir, Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself!

Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; Rey. I shall, my lord!
scholars, and sie And how, and who, what means, and where they kecp, Pol. And let him ply his music!
What company, at what expence; and finding, Rey. Well, my lord!

[Exit. By this encompassment and drift of question,

That they do know my son, come you more nearer, Pol. Farewell! How now, Ophelia ? what's the
Than your particular demands will touch it:

Take you, as ’twere, some distant knowledge of him; Oph. o, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
As thus, I know his father, and his friends, Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?
And, in part, do you mark this, Reynaldo?| Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord!

Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd;
Pol. And, in part, him ;—but, you may say, not well : No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
But, if't be he I



Uygarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
Addicted so and so; – and there put on him Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank

And with a look so piteous in purport,
dishonour him; take heed of that;

As if he had been loosed out of hell,
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.
As are companions noted and most known

Pul. Mad for thy love?
To youth and liberty.

Oph. My lord, I do not know;
Rey. As gaming, my

But, truly, I do fear it.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrel- Pol. What said he?

Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Drabbing - You may go so far.

Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
Pol. ’Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge. De falls to such perusal of my face,
You must not put another scandal on him, As he would draw it. Long staid he so;
That he is open to incontinency;

At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults so And thrice his head thus waving up and down,

He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound,
That they may seem the taints of liberty:

As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;

And end his being. That done, he lets me go:
A savageness in unreclaimed blood,

And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, of general assault.

He seem'd to find his way without his eyes ; Rey. But, my good lord,

For out o'doors he went without their helps, Pol. Wherefore should you do this ?

And, to the last, bended their light on me. Rey. Ay my lord,

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Enter Polosius. And leads the will to desperate undertakings, Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, As oft as any passion under heaven,

Are joyfully return'd. That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,

King. Thou still hast been the father of good What, have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. No, my good lord! but, as you did command, Pol. Havel, my lord? Assure you, my good lieges

, I did repel his letters, and denied

I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, His access to me.

Both to my God, and to my gracious king: Pol. That hath made him mad.

And I do think, (or else this brain of mine I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment, Hunts not the trail of policy so sure, I had not quoted him: I fear'd, he did but trifle, As it hath us'd to do,) that I have found And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. it is as proper to our age

King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear! To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,

Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors As it is common for the younger sort

My news shall be the fruit to that great feat. To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king! King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them is? This must be known; which, being kept close,

(Eric Polumus. might move

He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. The head and source of all your son's distemper

. Come!

(Exeunt. Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; SCENE II. - A room in the castle.

His father's death, and our o'er hasty marriage. Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, GuildenstERN, Re-enter Polonius, with VOLTimasD and Cousi

and Attendants. King. Welcome,dear Rosencrantz,and Guildenstern! King. Well, we shall sist him. – Welcome, uj Moreover that we much did long to see you,

good friends! The need, we have to use you, did provoke Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires! of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it,

Upon our first, he sent out to suppress Since not the exterior nor the inward man

His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd Resembles that it was. What it should be, To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack; More than his father's death, that thus hath put him. But, better look'd into, be truly found So much from the understanding of himself, It was against your highness. Whereat gre'de I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,

That so his sickness, age, and impotence, That, — being of so young days brought up with Was falsely borne in hand, - sends out arrests him;

On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu- Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine, mour,

Makes vow before his uncle, never more That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court To give th' assay of arms against your majesty Some little time: so by your companies

Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee ; So much as from occasion you may glean, And his commission, to employ those soldiers, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, So levied as before, against the Polack: That, open’d, lies within our remedy.

With an entreaty, herein further showo, Queen. Good gentlemer, he hath much talk'd of

(Gives a paper you;

That it miglit please you to give quiet pass And, sure I am, two men there are not living, Through your dominions for this enterprize; To whom he more adheres. If it will please you On such regards of safety, and allowance, To show us so mucha gentry, and good will, As therein are set down. As to expend your time with us a while,

King. It likes us well; For the supply and profit of our hope,

And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, • Your visitation shall receive such thanks

Answer, and think upon this business. As fits a king's remembrance.

Mean time, we thank


for Ros. Both your majesties

Go to your rest! at night we'll feast together! Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Most welcome home! Put your dread pleasures more into command,

[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius Than to entreaty.

Pol. This business is well ended. Guil. But we both obey;

My liege, and madam, to expostulate. And here give up ourselves, in the fall bent, What majesty should be, what duty is, To lay our service freely at your feet,

Why day is day, night night, avd time is time, To be commanded.

Were nothing but to waste night, day, and tire King. Thank, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden- Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, stern!

And tedionsness the limbs and outward flourishes, Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosen- I will be brief. Your noble son is mad: crantz!

Mad call I it; for, to define true madaess, And I beseech you instantly to visit

What is't, but to be nothing else but mad? My too much changed son.

Go, some of you, But let that go! And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is!

Queen. More matter, with less art ! Guil. Heavens make our presence, and our prac- Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all! tices,

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; Pleasant and helpful to him!

And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish higare;

But farewell it, for I will use no art. (Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, some Attendants.

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Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;

Mark the encounter: if he love her not,
For this effect, defective, comes by cause: And be not from his reason fallen thereon,
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Let me be no assistant for a state,

But keep a farm, and carters.
I have a daughter; have, while she is mine ; King. We will try it.
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,

Enter Hamlet, reading.
Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch
- To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most comes reading.
beautified Ophelia, --

Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a I'll board him presently:- 0, give me leave! vile plırase; but you shall hear. Thus:

(Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.
In her excellent white bosom, these, etc. How does my good lord Hamlet ?
Queen, Came this from Hamlet to her ?

Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy!
Pol. Good madam, stay awhile! I will be faith- Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?
ful. —

Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishimonger.
Doubt thou, the stars are fire ; [Reads. Pol. Not I, my lord!
Doubt, that the sun doth move :

Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Doubt truth to be a liar;

Pol. Honest, my lord ?
But never doubt, I love.

Ham. Ay, sir! to be honest, as this world goes, O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love Pol. That's very true, my lord! thee best, О most best, believe it! Adieu.

Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this being a god, kissing carrion,

Have you a machine is to him, Hamlet. daughter? This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: Pol. I have, my lord! And more above, hath his solicitings,

Ham. Let her not walk i'the san: conception is a As they fell out by time, by means, and place, blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, All given to mine ear.

friend, look to't! King. But how hath she

Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.) Still harping Receiv'd his love?

on my daughter:- yet he knew me not at first; he Pol. What do you think of me?

said, I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone: King. As of a man faithful and honourable. and, truly in my youth I sutiered much extremity Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.-think,

What do you read, my lord? When I had seen this hot love on the wing, Ham. Words, words, words! (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,

Pol. What is the matter, my lord ? Before my daughter told me,) what might yon, Ham. Between who? Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord ! If I had play'd the desk, or table-book;

Ham. Slanders, sir! for the satirical rogue says Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; here, that old men have grey beards; that their Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;

faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, What might you think? no, I went round to work, and plam-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All of Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere; which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set That she should lock herself from his resort, down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.

like a crab, you could go

backward. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,

in it. [ Aside.) Will you walk out of the air, my Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;

lord? Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness;

Ham. Into my grave. Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, Pol. Indeed, that is out o' the air. - How pregnant Into the madness wherein now he raves,

sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often And all we mourn for.

madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not King. Do you think, 'tis this?

so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, Queen. It may be, very likely.

and suddenly contrive the means of meeting bePol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain know tween him and my daughter. – My honourable lord, that,)

I will most humbly take my leave of you. That I have positively said, 'Tis so,

Ham. You caunot, sir, take from me any thing When it prov'd otherwise ?

that I will more willingly part withal; except my King. Not that I kuow.

life, except my life, except my life. Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : Pol. Fare you well, my lord!

[Pointing to his head and shoulder. Ham. These tedious old fools! If circumstances lead me, I will find

Enter RosENCRAETZ and GUILDENSTEN. Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. Within the centre.

Ros. God save you, sir !

[To Polonius. King. How may we try it further?

(Exit Polonius. Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours Guil. My honour'd lord! together,

Ros. My most dear lord ! Here in the lobby.

Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Queen. So he does, indeed!

Guildenstern? Ah, Piosencrantz! Good lads, how do Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: ye both ? you and I behind an arras then;

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Ou fortune's cap we are not the very button.

wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mirth, foregone Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?

all custom of exercises: and, indeed, it goes so Ros. Neither, my lord !

heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the the earth, seems to me a steril promontory; this middle of her favours?

most excellent canopy, the air, look you,

this brave Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.

o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? o, most with golden fire, why, it appears no other thiez ts true ; she is a strumpet. What news?

me, than a foul and pestileut congregation of vapouri. Ros. None, my lord! but that the world's growd What a piece of work is a man! How noble in honest.

reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and Ilam. Then is dooms-day near, But your news is moving, how express and admirable! in action, how not true. Let me question more in particular. like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the What have you, my good friends, deserved at the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals

! And hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dost? man hither?

delights not me, nor woman neither; though, by your Guil. Prison, my lord!

smiling, you seem to say so. Ham. Denmark's a prison.

Ros. Mylord, there is no such stuff in my thoughts

. Ros. Then is the world one.

Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, Ma Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many delights not me? confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in min of the worst.

what lenten entertainment the players shall receive Ros. We think not so, my lord !

from you: we coted them on the way; and hilber Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is are they coming, to ofler you service. nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it Ilam. He that plays the king, shall be welcome; so: to me it is a prison.

his majesty shall have tribute of me: the adrentRos. Why, then your ambition makes it one;'tis urous knight shall use his foil, and target: the too narrow for your mind.

lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, end his part in peace : the clown shall make those and count myself a king of infinite space; were it laugh, whose lungs are tickled o' the sere; aud the not that I have bad dreams.

lady shall say her mind freely, or the bleak verse Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for shall halt for't. - What players are they? the very substance of the ambitious is merely the Rus. Even those you were wont to take sach shadow of a dream.

delight in, the tragedians of the city. Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.

Hum. How chances it, they travel? their residester Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and both in reputation and profit, was better both wraps light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means

Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies: and our of the late inuovation.
monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' Hum. Do they hold the same estimation thes de
shadows. Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, I when I was in the city? Are they so followed?
cannot reason.

Ros. No indeed, they are not.
Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Hum. How comes it? Do they grow rusts?
· Ham. No such matter ! I will not sort you with Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the woate?
the rest of my servants : for, to speak to you like pace: but there is, sir, an aiery of children, liv?
an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, eyases, that cry out on the top of question, anda:
in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at most tyrannically clapped forit: these are now the

fashion; and so berattle the common stages, isa છે. Ros. To visit you, my lord! no other occasion. they call them) that many, wearing rapiers, die Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; afraid of goose quills, and dare scarce cote rather. þut I thank you! and sure, dear friends, my thanks Hum. What, are they children? who maintains are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? them? how are they escuted? Will they pursetbe } Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation ? quality no longer, ihan they can sing ? will they set f Come, come ! deal justly with me! Come, come ! nay, say afterwards, if they should grow themselves # speak!

common players, (as it is most like, if their mesas Guil. What should we say, my lord ?

are no better, their writers do them wrong, tomate Ham. Any thing - but to the purpose. You were them exclaim agaiust their own succession? sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do oe best looks, which your modesties have not craft enor sides; and the pation holds it no sin, to taste this to colour: I know, the good king and queen have on to controversy: there was, for a while uomo sent for you.

bid for argument, unless the poet aud the players Ros. To what end, my lord ?

went to cuils in the question.
Ham. That you must teach me. But let me con- Ham. Is it possible?
jure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the Guil. O, there has been much throwing about a
consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our

ever-preserved lore, and by what more dear a better
proposer could charge yon withal, be even and direct Ilam. Do the boys carry it away?
with me, whether you were sent for, or no?

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord? Hercules and
Ros. What say you?

(To Guildenstern, load too. Ham. Niy, then I have an eye of you; (Aside.) Ham. It is not very strange: for my uncle is ex - if you love me, hold not off,

of Denmark;

those, that would make mzoals Guil. My lord, we were sent for.

him while my father lived, give twenty, Party, hift Mam. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation an hundred ducats a-piece, for his picture in linea


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cried in the top of mine,) an excellent play; well (Flourish of trumpets within. digested in the scenes, set down with as much Guil. There are the players.

modesty as cunning. I remember, one said, there Hum. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter Your hands! Come then ! the appartenance of wel- savoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might come is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with indite the author of affection: but called it, an honest you in this garb; lest my extent to the players, method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much which, I tell you, mast show fairly outward, should more handsome than fine. One speech in it schielly more appear like entertainment than yours. You are loved ; 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout welcome: but my uncle-father, and aunt-mother, of it especially, where he speaks of Priams's slaughare deceived.

ter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line; Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

let me see, let me see !
Hum. I am but mad north-northwest; when the The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcunian beast,
wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand-saw. 'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus.
Enter Polonics.

The rugged Pyrrhus, - he, whose sable arms,
Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

Black as his purpose, did the night resemble, Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ! - and you, When he lay couched in the ominous horse, at each ear a hearer: that great baby, you see there, Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

With heraldry more dismal; head to foot Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd Er det for, they say, an old man is twice a child. With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons ;

Ham. I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of the Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, be players; mark it !- You say right, sir ! o’Monday That lend a tyrannous and a damned light morning; 'twas then, indeed!

To their lord's murder. Rousted in wraih, and fire,
Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.

And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you. When With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Roscius was an actor in Rome,

Old grandsire Priam seeks; - So proceed you!
Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord ! Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken! with good
Ham. Buz, buz!

accent, and good discretion !
Pol, Upon my honour, —

1 Play. Anon he finds him Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,

Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tra- Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, gedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-co- Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide mical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem But with the whiff und wind of his fell sword unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautns The unnerved fucher falls. Then senseless Ilium, too light. For the law of writ, and the liberty, these Sceming to feel this blow, with flaming top are the only men.

Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, - what a trea- Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword sure hadst thou !

Which was declining on the milky head
Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord?

of reverent Priam, seem'd in the air to stick ;
Ham. Why - One fair daughter, and no more, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
The which he loved passing well.

And, like a neutrul to his will and matter, Pol. Still on my daughter.

(Aside. Did nothing. Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah? But, as we often see, against some storm, Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a A silence in the heavens, the ruck stands still, daughter that I love passing well.

The bold wind speechless, and the orb below Ham. Nay, that follows not.

As hush us deadh : anon the dreadful thunder Pol. What follows then, my lord ?

Doth rend the region. So, after Pyrrhus' pause, Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you A roused vengeance sets him new a work; bu know, It came to pass, As most like it was,- The And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall

first row ot the pious chanson will show you more; On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne, misst for look, my abridgment comes.

With less remorse, than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Enter jour or five Players.

Now falls on Priam. gove You are welcome, masters! welcome, all! - I am Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, & glad to see thee well! – welcome, good friends! - In general synod, take away her power:

ö, old friend! Why, thy face is valanced since ! Breuk all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, saw thee last! Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark? And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,

What! my young lady and mistress! By='s-lady, As low as to the fiends! your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when I saw Pol. This is too long. le pas you last, by the altitude of a vhopine. Pray God, Hain. It shall to the barber's, with your beard. –

your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not Pr’ythee', say on! - He's for a jig, or a tale of cracked within the ring. — Masters, you are all bawdry, or he sleeps: say on! come to Hecuba! welcome ! We'll e'en to it like French falconers, fly 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled at any thing we see. We'll have a speech straight : queen Come, give us a taste of your quality! come,

Ham. The mobled queen ? passionate speech!

Pol. That's good! mobled queen is good! 1 Play. What speech, my lord ?

1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning Ham. I heard thee speak' me a speech once, - but the flames it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once: With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe, 'twas caviare to the general: but it was (as I receiv- about her lank and all o'er-teeming loins, ed it, and others, whose judgments, in sach matters, | A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;

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