That, laps'd in time and paffion, let's go by Ghost. Do not forget: this vifitation Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, Lady? you ? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, (53) Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Sprinkle Start up and ftand on end.] I took notice in my SHAKESPEARE Refter'd, that this expreflion as much wanted an explanation, as any the most antiquated word in our Poet wants a glofs. Mr. Hughes, in his impreffion of this play, has left it out: either because he could make nothing of it, or thought it alluded to an image too naufeous. The Poet's meaning is founded on a phyfical determination, that the hair and nails are excrementitious parts of the body (as indeed they are) without life or fenfation. MACROBIUS, in his Saturnalia, (lib. vii. cap. 9.) not only fpeaks of thofe parts of the human body which have no fenfation; but likewife affigns the reasons, why they can have none. Offa, dentes, cum unguibus & capillis, nimia ficcitate ità denfata funt, ut penetrabilia non fint effectui animæ qui fenfum miniftrat. Therefore the Poet means to fay, fear and furprize had fuch an effect upon Hamlet, that his hairs, as if there were life in those excrementitious parts, started up and stood on end. He has exprefs'd the fame thought more plainly in Macbeth. and my fell of bair Would at a difmal treatife rowze, and ftir, That our Poet was acquainted with this notion in phyfics, of the hair being without life, we need no ftronger warrant, than that he frequently mentions it as an excrement. Why is time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement. VOL. VIII, I Comedy of Errors. Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? My stern effects; then what I have to do, Ham. Do you fee nothing there? [Pointing to the Gh, Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it fteals away! My father in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. Exit Ghof. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodilefs creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ham. What ecftasy? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, How many cowards, whofe hearts are all as falfe For I must tell thee, it will please his grace Whilft Merchant of Venice. (by the world!) fomehis royal finger thus Love's Labour Lofte (54) It will but skin and film the ulcerous place Whilft rank corruption, running all within, Infects unfeen.] So, our Poet elfe where fpeaking of the force of power; Becaut Whilft rank corruption, mining all within, Yea, courb, and wooe, for leave to do it good. Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worfer part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night; but go not to mine uncle's bed: That monfter cuftom, who all fense doth eat (55) Becaufe authority, tho' it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o'th' top. Meaf. for Meaf. But why, in the paffage before us, has Mr. Pope given us a reading that is warranted by none of the copies, and degraded one, that has the countenance of all of them? Whilft rank corruption, mining all within, The Poet defcribes corruption as having a corrofive quality, eating. its fecret way, and undermining the parts that are fkin'd over, and seem sound to exteriour view. He, in another place, uses the fimple verb for the compound. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education. (55) That monfter custom, who all fense doth eat, Of babit's devil, is angel yet in this; He likewife gives a frock, or livery, As You Like it. That aptly is put on.] This paffage is left out in the two elder folios: it is certainly corrupt, and the players did the difcreet part to fifle what they did not understand. Habit's devil certainly arose from fome conceited tamperer with the text, who thought it was ne ceffary, in contraft to angel. The emendation of the text I owe to the fagacity of Dr. Thirlby. That monfter cuftom, who all fenfe doth eat, Of habits evil, is angel, &c. i. e. Cuftom, which by inuring us to ill habits, makes us lose the apprehenfion of their being really ill, as cafily will reconcile us to the practice of good actions. Of Of habits evil, is angel yet in this; To the next abftinence; the next, more easy; [Pointing to Polonius. Thus bad begins, and worfe remains behind. do. Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid you Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, That I effentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know. Unpeg the basket on the houses' top, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of Life, I have no life to breathe What thou haft faid to me. Ham. I must to England, you know that? Queen Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis fo concluded on. Hoift with his own petard and t fhall go hard, O, 'tis moft fweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet! I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room; [Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius. ACT IV. SCENE, A Royal Apartment. Enter King and Queen, with Rofincrantz and KING. THERE's matter in these fighs; these profound You must tranflate; 'tis fit we understand them. Where is your fon? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rof. and Guild, who go out. Ah, my good Lord, what have I feen to-night? Queen, Mad as the feas, and wind, when both contend I 3 Which |