Imatges de pÓgina

Hem. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, ftudy a speech of fome dozen or fixteen lines, which I would fet down, and infert in't? could

ye not?

[ocr errors]

Play. Ay, my Lord.

177 Ham. Very well. Follow thar Lord, and, look, you mock him not. My good friends, ito Rof. and Guild.] I'll leave you 'till night. You are welcome to Ellinoor. Ref. Good my Lord.


[blocks in formation]

Ham. Ay, so, God b'wi'ye. Now I am alone. Oh, what a rogue and peafant save am 1! Is it not monstrous that this Player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Cauld force his foul fo to his own conceit, That, from her working, & all his visage wan'd: Tears in his eyes, diftraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function fuiting, With forms, to his conceit? and all for nothing? For Hecuba? What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he fhould weep for her? What would he do, Had he the mative and the cue for passion, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,

[ocr errors]

8 all his visage 'WARM'D :) fo the visage appears when the This might do, did not the old mind is thus affectioned, and Puarto lead us to a more exact not warm'd or flushed. WARB, and pertinent reading, which is, 9 tihe cue for paffion] The visage wand:

hint, the direction. 4. l, (urn'a pale, or war. For


[ocr errors]

And cleave' the general car with horrid fpeech,
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free;
Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed,
The very faculty of ears and eyes.
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mertled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing. No, not for a King,
Upon whole property and moft dear life
3 A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain, breaks my pate a cross,
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by th' nose, gives me the lye i' th' throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this:
Yet I should take it for it cannot be,
But I am pigeon liver'd, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter ; or, ere this,
I thould have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain !
Remorseless, treacherous, letcherous, 4 kindless vil.

lain !
Why, what an ass am I? this is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heav'n and hell,
Muft, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a curfing like a very drab,
A Scullion. Fy upon’t ! foh!
s About, my brain ! I've heard,
That guilty creatures, fitting at a Play,
Have by the very cunning of the Scene

[ocr errors]

-the general ear-] The new defore of venseance; no tremears of all mankind. So, before, ing with revenge. Caviare to the general, that is, 3 A damn'd defeat was made.] to the multitude.

Defeat, för destruction. WARB. -unpregnant of my canf,] Rather, difeffion. Uxpregnant, for having no due 4 kindels-] U.natural. fenfe of. WARBURTON. 5. About, m brain!] Wits, to Rather, not quickened with a jour work. Brain, go about the

prelent business.


Been struck fo to the foul, that prefently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions.
For '

murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have thefe Players
Play something like the murder of my father,
Before mine uncle. I'll obferve his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick, ? if he but blench,
I know my course. This Spirit, that I have seen,
May be the Devil; and the Devil hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape.; yea, and, perhaps,
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such fpirits,
Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
8 More relative than this: The Play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the Conscience of the King. (Exit.




Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrantz,

Guildenstern, and Lords.



N D can you by no drift of conference

Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet,
With turbulent and dang'rous lunacy?

[ocr errors]

6 -tent him-] Search his Relative, for convictive. WARB. wounds.

Convictive is only the conse7--if he but blench,] If he quential sense. Relative is, nearly forink.

related, closely connected, 8 More relative than this:]


Rof. He does confess, he feels himself distracted ; But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be founded ; : But with a crafty madness keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confeflion Of his true ftate.

Queen. Did he receive you well? ROS Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Rof: Niggard of question, but of our demands Moft free in his reply.

Queen. Did you assay him to any pastime? Rof. Madam, it fell out, that certain Players We* o’er-raught on the way; of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are about the Court; And (as I think) they have already order This night to play before him.

Pol. 'Tis most true :
And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
King. With all my heart, and it doth much con-

tent me
To hear him so inclin'd.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose into these delights.

9 Niggard of question, but of Most free of question, but of our demands

our demands Most free in his reply.) This is Nigg rd in his reply, given as the description of the That this is the true reading conversation of a man whom the we need but turn back to the Speaker found not foi wad to be preceding scene, for Hamlet's founded ; and who kept al of when conduci, to be satisfied. WARB. they would bring him to confession: O'er raught on the say; ] But such a description can never Over raught is, over-reached, that pass but at cross-purposes. Shake- is, over-took. Spear certainly wrote it just the

Other way,


Rof. We shail, my Lord,

King. Sweet Gertrude leave us too;
For we have closely fent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
· Affront Opbelia.
Her father, and myself, lawful Espials,
Will fo beltow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge ;
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be th' affiction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.

Queen. I shall obey you:
And for my part, Ophelia, I do wish,

That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness! So shall I hope, your virtues
May bring him to his wonted way again
To both your honours.

Opb, Madam, I wish it may. (Exit Queens
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.-Gracious, so please

ye, We will bestow ourselves Read on this book ;

[To Oph. That shew of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this, 2 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage, And pious action, we de fugar o'er The devil himself.

King. Oh, 'tis too true. How smart á lalh that speech doth give my conscience!

[ Afide. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastring art, Is not : more ugly to the thing that helps it,

Afrond Ophelia.] To offront - wore wgy to ibe thing is only to meet directly.

har helps i?,] That is, com2 'Disico much proogd, ] ti pared with the thing that helps is found by 100 frequent experi- it.

« AnteriorContinua »