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your hands: come then, the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.. Let me comply with you. in this garb, left my extent to the players (which I tell you must shew fairly outward) should more appear like, entertainment than yours. You are welcome; but my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

Guil. In what, my dear Lord?

Ham I am byt mad north, north-weft; when: the wind is southerly. I know a hawk from a hand.. fx..

Enter POLONIUS
Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen.

Ham. Hark you,. Guildenstern, and you too, at each ear an hearer; that great baby, you see there, is not yet out of his swathling-clouts.

Rof. Haply he's the second time come to them; for they say, an old man is twice a child.

Hain. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the. players. Mark it; you fay right, Sir; for on Monday morning 'twas fo, indeed.

Pol. My Lord, I have news to tell you.

tiam. My Lord, I have news to tell you.
When Roscius was an actor in Rome.
Pol. The actors are come hither, my Lord..
Man. Buzze, buzze, ---
Pol. Upon mine honour.am
Ham. Then came each actor on his ass------

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tra. gedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, scene undividable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be two heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of wit, and the liberty, these are the only men..

Ham. « Oh Jephtha, judge of Israel," what a treasure badit thou !

you know,

Pol. What a treasure had he, my Lord?

Ham. “ Why, one fair 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 pafling well.

Ham. Nay, that follows not.
Pol. What follows then, my Lord?
Ham. Why, as " by lot, God wot”-.--and then

“ it came to pass, as most like it was ;" the first row of the rubric will shew you more. For look where my abridgements come..

Enter four or five Players. Y'are welcome, masters, welcome all.. I am glad to see thee well; welcome, good friends. Oh! old friend! thy face is valanced since I saw thee last : comeft thou to beard me in Denmark? What! my young lady and mistress? b'erlady, your ladyslip nearer heaven than when I saw you laft, by the altitude of a chioppine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring.-------Masters, you are all welcome: we'll e'en to't like friendly faulconers, fly at any thing we fee; we'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a talte of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

i Play. What speech, my good Lord ?

Hain. 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, pleased 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 digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, (31) one said,

(31) I remember, one jaid, there was no falt in the lines to make

there was no falt in the lines, to make the matter
favoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might
the matter favoury;] 1. e. That there was no poignancy of
wit, or virulence of fætire in them, as I had formerly ex-
plained this passage. Mi Pope has fallen upon me with a
fneer, and triumphs that I should be so ridiculous to think
that fatire can have any place in tragedy. I did not mean
that satire was to make its subject, or that the passions were
to be purged by it; may not a Dharp and sarcastical senti-
ment, for all that, occafionally arise from the matter? What
does this gentleman think of irony? Is it not one species
of satire? And yet Monsieur Hedelin (almost as good a
judge as Mr Pope in these ma ters) tells us, it is a figure en-
tirely theatrical. Or what dues Mr Pope think of such sen.
tences as there?
- Frailty, thy name is woman!

Hamler.
In second husband let me be accurst!
None wed the second, but who killed the first. Ibid.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
As cheap as lies, he fold the blood and labour
Of our great action.

Coriolanus.
O woman! woman! woman! All the ports
Have not fuch power of oing good to men,
As you of doing harm.

Dryden's. All for Love. And to borrow one instance from an ancient, \vho has outgone all the others quoted, in the strength of his sarcasm :

χρήν γαρ άλλοθέν ποθεν βροτύς
Παιδις ποιείσθαι, θήλυ δ' έκ είναι γένος,

"Outw $? Švýx řv šsiv úvópw woss xxxóv. Eurip. in Medea. I chose this passage, because I think our Milton has left a fine paraphrafe upon it; and, I doubt not, bad ihe Greek poet in his eye :

-Oh, why did God,
Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven
With spirits masculine, create at last
This novelty on earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and not fill the world at once
With men, as angels, and not feminine ;

Or find some other way to generate mankind. If Ms Pope dries not think these passages to be fatire, and get they are all in tragedies, I must beg leave to diffent from him in opinion: or, to concinde, has Mr Pope never heard that Euripides obtained the naine of Micozurns, wow

in dite the author of affection ; but called it an honest method. One speech in it I chiefly loved; 'twas Æneas's tale to Dido; and thercabout of it especially, where he speaks of Pram's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line; let me fee, let me fee-The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyre canian beast.. It is not fo ; ------it begins with Pyrrhus. The rugged Pyrrhus, he, whole fable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble, When he lay couched in the ominous horse; Hath now his dread and black complexion finearid With heraldry more dismal; head to foot, Now is he total gules; horribly trick'd With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fons, Bak'd and impafted with the parching fires, That lend a tyrannous and damned light To murders vile. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'er-fized with coagulate gore, With

eyes

like carbuncles, the hellith Pyrrhus Old grandfire Priam seeks.

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

Play. Anon he finds him, Striking, too short, at Greeks. His antique fword, Rebellious to his arm, lyes where it falls, Repugnant to command; unequal' matched, Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in

strikes wide ; But with the whif and wind, of his fell fword Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless llium, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming 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.

rage

man-hater, because he fo. virulently satirised, the sex in his tragedies ?

Of reverend Priain, seemed i' th' air to stick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his will and inatter,
Did nothing:
But as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death; anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region: So after Pyrrhus' pause,
A roused vengeance sets him new a-work:
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars his armour, forged for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding word
Now falls on Priam.-----
Out, out, tủou strumpet Fortune ! all you Gods,
In general fynod take away her power :
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heav'n,
As low as to the fiends.

Pol. This is too long.

Ham. It shall to th’ barber's with your beard. Pr’ythee, say on; he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba.

i Play. But who, oh! who, had seen the mobled Ham. The mobled Queen?

[Queen, Pol. That's good; mobled Queen, is good. 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threatning

the flames With bisson-rheum; a clout upon that head Where late the diadem stood; and for a robe About her lank and all-o'er-teemed loins, A blanket in th' alarm of fear caught up : Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steeped, 'Gainst fortune's state would treason have pronounBut if the gods themselves did see her then, [ced : When she faw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

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