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If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones,
To fiaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive ardour gives the charges
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And Reason panders Will.

Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more,
Thou turn'ít mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct.

Hum Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an incestuous bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honying and making love
Over the nafty sty!

Queen. Oh, speak no more;
Thele words like daggers enter in mine ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet.

-Ham. A murderer, and a villain!
A Nave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent Lord. A Vice of Kings?
A cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule,
'That from a shelf the precious Diadem stole
And put it in his pocket.

Queen. No more.

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mer's emendation produces non 9'ice of Kings;] A low fene. May not what is said of mimick of Kings. The Vice is heat, be said of hell, that it will the fool of a farce ; from whom mutiny wherever is is quartered ? the modern Purch is descended.

6-Re fons pande's will.] So + That from a shelf, &c.] This the folio, I think rightly; but is said not unmeaningly, but to the reading of the quarto is de- fhew, that the usurper came not fenfible;

to the crown by ary glorious vil- Reafon pardons Will. Jany that carries danger with it, 7 --grained-] Died in grain, but by the low cowardly theft of 8,-inceltuous het, ] The folio a cominon pilferer.

WARB. bas enfeomed, that is, greasy bed.


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Ham ? A King of shreds and parches-
Save me ! and hover o'er me with your wings,

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Queen. Alas, he's, mad

Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide,
That's;! laps'd in time and passion, lecs go by
Th' important acting of your dread command?
O say!

Ghajt. Do not forget. This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother fits;
O'step between her and her fighting foul :
Conceit-in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hemlet.

Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?
Queen. Alas, how is't with you?

That thus you bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse.?
Forth at your eyes.your spirits wildly peep,
And as the neeping soldiers in th’alarm,
Your bedded hairs, 4 like life in excrements,
Start up, and stand on end. O gentle fon,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do



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2 A King of fured and patches.] fered time to Nit, and posjen to
This is said, pursuing the idea cool, lets.g; &c.
of the Vice of Kings. The l'ice like lifè in excrements,]
was dressed as a fool, in a coat. The hairs are excremenciticus,
of party-coloured patches. that is, without life or sensation :

Zlaps'd in time and pas. yet those very hairs, as if they
fron,- ] That having iuf- h.d life, start up, &c. Pope.


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Do not look on

Ham. On bim! on him! Look you, i

Look you, how pale
he glares !
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Lest with this piteous action you convert ut.
My stern effects; then what I have to do,
Will want true colour'; tears, perchance, for blood.
Queen. To whom do you speak this

out Ham. Do you see nothing there? * South

[ Pointing to the Ghost. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! Look, how it steals

away! My father in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes ep'n now, out at the portal:

* [Exit Gbojt. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodiless creation Ecstasy Is very cunning in.

Ham. What Ecstasy ? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And makes as healthful mufick. Tis not madness That I have utter'd; bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of gracey Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Thát not your trefpafs, but my madness, speaks : It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whilft rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heav'n; 11" TIJ Repent what's paft, avoid what is to come into And s do not spread the compost on To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue ;

s do not spread the compost, dolgence, heighten your former &c.) Do not, by any new size offences.

For, in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and wooe, for leave to do it good.
Queen. Oh Hamlet :!, thou haft cleft my heart in

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,
Afsume a virtue, if you have it not.
7. That monster custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits, Devil, is angel yet in tbis;
That to the use of aliions fair and good..
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night;
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence; the next, more easy;
For use can almost change the stamp of Nature,
And master eu'n the Devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bleit,
I'll Blessing beg of you. For this same Lord,

[Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: but heav'ns have pleas'd it so, * To punish this with me, and me with this That I must be their scourge and minister.

6 --curb- ] That is, bend and the fagacity of Dr. Thrl's. truckle,

That morfiter custom, ulo al 7 That monfler cuffum, who all Jer fe dóth eat, Jense doth eat

Of habits evil, is angel, &c. Of Habit's Devil, is angel get

THEOBALD. in this: ] This paffage is left I think Thirlby's conjecture out in the two elder folio's: It is wrong, though the succeeding certainly corrupt, and the play. editors have followed it; Angel ers did the discreet part to ftifle and Deril are evidently oppoled. what

understand. 8 To punish inis with me, &c.] Habit's Devil certainiy arose from This is' Hanmer's, si ading; the some conceited camperer with the other editions havei', texi, who thought it was necef To punish me rith this, and fary, in contrait to Angel. The this zeith 19.6. emendation of the text I owe to

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I will bestow him, and will answer well 511, unde
The death I gave him. So,-again, good night!
I must be cruel, only to be kind; but
Thas bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Qucen. What shall I do?

Han. Nor this by no means, that I bid.) 9 Let the bloat King tempt you again ito bed ; Pinch wanton on your cheek ; call you his mouse ; And let him, for a pair of reechy, kifles, Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. . 'Twcre good, you let him know. For who that's but a Queen, fair, fober, wife; Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gibbe, Such dear concernings hide? Who would do fo? No, in despight of fenle and fecrefy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep ; And treak your own neck down.''

Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me."

Hom. I must to England, you know that?
Queen. Alack, I had forgot ; 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. iThere's Letters sealed, end my two school-

Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d;

9 Let the fond King-] 'The Padlers fang'd;] That is, old quarto reads,

Adiers with toeir fangs, or paiLet the bloat King

fonous teeth, undrawn. It has i.e blored, which is better, a's been the practice of mourtebanks more expressive of the speaker's to boaft the efficacy of their ancontempt.

WARBURTON. tidotes by playing with viThere's Leiter field, &c.] piri, but they first disabled their The ten following verses are fange. added out of the old edition.


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