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If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones,
Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more,
Hum Nay, but to live
Queen. Oh, speak no more;
-Ham. A murderer, and a villain!
Queen. No more.
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.
Ham ? A King of shreds and parches-
13. [Starting up.
Queen. Alas, he's, mad
Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide,
Ghajt. Do not forget. This visitation
Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?
2 A King of fured and patches.] fered time to Nit, and posjen to
Zlaps'd in time and pas. yet those very hairs, as if they
Do not look on
Look you, how pale
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,
[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
I will bestow him, and will answer well 511, unde
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,
Hom. I must to England, you know that?
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.