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Why thy canonized bones, hearfed in death,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
Never did the Grecian Mufe of Tragedy relate a tale fo full of pity and terror, as is imparted by the Ghoft. Every circumstance melts us with compaffion; and with what horror do we hear him say!
But that I am forbid
To tell the fecrets of my prifon-house,
I could a tale unfold; whofe lightest word
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
All that follows is folemn, fad, and deeply affecting.
Whatever in Hamlet belongs to the præ 'ternatural, is perfectly fine; the rest of the play does not come within the subject of this chapter.
The ingenious criticism on the play of the Tempeft, published in the Adventurer, has made it unnecessary to enlarge on that admirable piece, which alone would prove our Author to have had a fertile, a fublime, and original genius.