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Queen. If it be,
Ham. Seems, Madam? nay, iç is; I know not seems A.
--your father for a father; it comes to this; That father af. That father, bis; and the jur- ter he had lost himself, loft his
vivor bound.] Thus Mr. father. But the reading is ex Pape judiciously corrected the fide Codicis, and that is enough. faulty copies. On which the edi
WARBURTON, tor Mr, Theobald thus discants ;. I do not admire the repetiThis supposed refinen.ent is from tion of the word, but it has so Mr. Pope, but all the eartions much of our authour's manner, else, that I have met with, old that I find no temptation to reand modern, read,
cede from the old copies. Ibat father loft, loft lis; 2 -obfequious forrow.] ObThe reduplication of which zuord quious is here from obsequies, or bere gives an energy and an ele. funeral ceremonies. gance WHICH IS MUCH EASIER 3 In obftinete condolement.
Condolment, for forrow; because PLAINED IN TERMS. I believe jorrow is used to be condoled. fo: For when explained in terms
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Of impious stubbornness, unmanly grief.
a will most incorrect-] 6 And with no less nobility of Incorred, for untutor'd.
love,] Nobility, for MagniWARBURTON. tude.
WARBURTON. 5 To Reason molt abfurd;---] Nobility is rather gener fity. Reafon, for experience. WARB. 7 Do I impart tow'rd you~]
Reafon is here ufed in its com- Imparı, for profess. mon sense, for the faculty by I believe impart is, impart mywhich we form conclufions from Self, communicate whatever I can arguments,
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
1, Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof 8 No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to day, 1" But the great Cannon to the clouds shall cell, And the King's rowse the heav’o shall bruit again, 2 Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away, (Exeunt.
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Manet Hamlet. Ham. Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! , Or that the Everlasting had not fixt His cannon 'gainst self-Naughcer! O God! O God; How weary stale, fat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fje on't! oh fie! 'cis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and gross in nature, Poffess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months, dead ! nay, not so much ; nor
So excellent a King, that was, to this,
8 Nojocund bealth.] The King's felf-murder. But the word, which intemperance is very Itrongly I restored, and which was imprefied; every thing that hap. espous'd by the accurate Mr. pens to himn gives him occasion Hagbes, who gave an edition of to drink.
this Play ;) is the true reading, 9 Or that the Everlasting had i. e. That he had not restrain'd not fix
fuicide by his express law, and His cannon 'gains flf laugh- peremp:ory exhibition. ter!] The generality of the
THEOBAID. e'itions read ihus, as if the Poet's I So excellent a King, that was, thought were, Or tla: the Al to this, mighty bad 1:01 planted bis artille Hyperion to a Satyr :-} This ry, of arms of vengeances agains fimilitude at first light seems to
Hyperion to a Satyr ; fo loving to my mother, *
Digorosof'. As if Increase of Appetite had grown
lei By what it fed on yet, within a month, Let me not think--Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month 1 or ere those shoes were old, With which the followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears—Why she, ev'n she, O heav'n! 3 a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, married with mine
uncle. My father's brother ; but no more like my father, be a little far-fetch'd ; but it has of a single letter, and the fepaan exquisite beauty. By the Sac ration of two words mistakenly tyr is meant Pan, as by Hyperion, jumbled together, I am verily Apollo. Pan and Apollo were bro- persuaded, I have retrieved the thers, and the allufion is to the Poet's reading. That he might contention between those two not let e'en the winds of heav'n, Gods for the preference in mufick. &c.
THEOBALD. WAR BURTON.
a beast, that wants dif 2 In former editions,
course of reason.] This is That be permitted not the finely expressed, and with a phi
wind, of heav'n] This is a losophical exactness. Beasts want fophiftical reading, copied from not reason, but the discourse of the players in some of the mo reafon : i. e. the regular inferdern editions, for want of un- ring one thing from another by derstanding the Poet, whose text the asistance of universals. is corrupt in the old impressions :
WARBURTON." All of which that I have had the Discourse of reason, as the fortune to see, concur in read. logicians name the third operaingi
tion of the mind, is indeed a So loving to my mother, philosophical term, but it is fane That he might not bet:epe the no otherwise than as it is proper; winds of beav'n
it coft the authour nothing, being Vifit her face tog roughly. the common language of his Beteene is a corruption with- time. Of finding such beauties out doubt, but not fo inveterate in any poet there is no end. a one, but that, by the change, VOL. VIII. L
Than I to Hercules. Within a month!
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ch Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. Hail to your Lordship!
Ham. I am glad to fee you well; Horatio, ---or I do forget my self?
Her. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name
you; And 4 what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Marcellus !
Mar. My good lord – · Ham. I am very glad to see you; 5.good even, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?"
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
4 what make you~) A fa- change. Between the first and miliar phrale for what are you eighth scene of this act it is ap dairg.
parent that a natural day must -good evra, Sir. ] So pass, and how much of it is al-the copies. Sir Th. Hurmer and ready over, there is nothing that Di. W'ar burton put it, ond mein can determine. The King has ing. The alteration is of no im- held a council. It may now as portance, but all licence is dan well be evening as morning. gerous. There is no need of any