If thou canft mutiny in a matron's bones, Proclaim no fhame, When the compulfive ardour gives the charge; 6 And Reafon panders Will. Queen. O Hamlet, fpeak no more, Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul, As will not leave their tinct... 8 grained fpots, In the rank fweat of an incestuous bed, Queen. Oh, fpeak no more; Thefe words like daggers enter in mine ears. Ham. A murderer, and a villain! 9 A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe That from a fhelf the precious Diadem ftole 4 Enter Ghoft. Ham A King of fhreds and patches [Starting up. You heav'nly guards! What would your gracious fi gure? Queen. Alas, he's mad Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, That's, 3 laps'd in time and paffion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? O fay! Ghaft. Do not forget: This vifitation Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. How is it with you, Lady? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, And with th' incorporal air do hold difcourfe PYNT : 2 A King of fored and patches.] This is faid, pursuing the idea of the Vice of Kings. The Vice was dreffed as a fool, in a coat of party-coloured patches. laps'd in time and paf fion,- That having iuf R fered time to flip, and poffin to cool, lets go, &c. 4 like life in excrements,] The hairs are excrementitious, that is, without life or fenfation: yet thofe very hairs, as if they had life, start up, &c. POPE. 2 Ham. Y Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to ftones, Would make them capable. Do not look on me, Don Left with this piteous action you convert My ftern effects; then what I have to do, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Queen. To whom do you speak this ? dig a boo Ham. Do you fee nothing there?sumy paukk [Pointing to the Ghoft. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. A 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 Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodilefs creation Ecftafy Is very cunning in. Ham. What Ecftafy? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, s do not Spread the compoft, &c.] Do not, by any new in W dulgence, heighten your former offences. For, in the fatness of these purfy times, 6 Yea, curb and wooe, 7 Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. Ham, O, throw away the worfer part of it, [Pointing to Polonius. 6 curb-] That is, bend and truckle. 7 That monster cuftɩm, who all fense doth eat Of Habit's Devil, is angel yet in this:] This paffage is left out in the two elder folio's: It is certainly corrupt, and the play. ers did the difcreet part to ftifle what they did not understand. Habit's Devil certainly arofe from fome conceited tamperer with the text, who thought it was neceffary, in contrait to Angel. The emendation of the text I owe to the fagacity of Dr. Thirl's. That morfter cuftem, who al fenfe doth eat, Of habits evil, is angel, &c. THEOBALD. I think Thirlby's conjecture wrong, though the fucceeding editors have followed it; Angel and Devil are evidently oppofed, 8 To punish this with me, &c.] This is Hanmer's, reading; the other editions have it, R 3 To punish me with this, and this with me. I will I will bestow him, and will anfwer well use The death I gave him. So, again, good night !. I must be cruel, only to be kindhu Thus bad begins, and worfe remains behind. Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid you do. 9 Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his moufe; And let him, for a pair of reechy: kiffes, Or padling 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 house's 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 muft to England, you know that ? Queen. Alack, I had forgot, 'tis fo concluded on. Ham. There's Letters fealed, and my two schoolfellows, 2 Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd; 9 Let the fond King-] The old quarto reads, Let the bloat Kingi.e bloed, which is better, as more expreffive of the fpeaker's WARBURTON. contempt. There's Letter feal'd, &c.] The ten following verfes are added out of the old edition. РОРЕ, 2 adders fang'd;] That is, Adders with their fangs, or pai fonous teeth, undrawn. It has been the practice of mountebanks to boast the efficacy of their antidotes by playing with vipir, but they fiift disabled their fangs. They |