Imatges de pÓgina

They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marfal me to knävery. - Let it work.
For jis the sport, to have the engineer 1, wir
Hoist with his own petard, and it shall go hard, 1.1
But I will delve one yard below their mines;
And blow them at the moon, 0, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet !
This man shall fet me packing,

1. basis
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room. conu!
Mother, good night:- Indeed, this Counsellor intet
Is now moft still, most fecret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave
Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with

you. Good-night, mother.

[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius.



A Royal Apartment.

Enter King and Queen, with Rosincrantz,' and Guil


HERE's matter in these fighs; these profound

You must translate ; 'tis fit, we understand them,
Where is your son ?


* This play is printed in the pause is made at a time when old editions without any fepara- there is more continuit; (f action of the Acts. The division tion than in almost any other of is modern and arbitraty ; and is the Scenes, here not very happy, for the R4

Queen. .

Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.

[Ta Rof. and Guild, who go out. Ah, my good Lord, what have I seen to-night?

King: What, Gertrude ? How does Hamlet ?ytt
Queen. Mad as the feas, and wind, when both con-

Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something ftir,
He whips his rapier out, and cries, a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

King. O heavy deed!
It had been so with us had we been there.
His liberty is full of threats to all,
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain’d, and 3 out of haunt,
This mad-young man.

But so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Ev'n on the pith of life. Where is he gone ?

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,
O’er whom his very madness, 4 like fome ore
Among a mineral of nietals base,
Shews itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

King. O Gertrude, come away.
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We muft, with all our Majesty and Skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho! Guildenftern!

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Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid ; Hamlet in madness hath Polonius sain, And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him. Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. t. Pray you, haft in this.

[Exeunt Rose and Guild. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wifest friends, And let them know both what we mean to do, S Wbose whispir o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its poison'd shot; may miss our Name,

5 Whose whisper o'er the verses carry the very stamp of world's diameter,

Shakespeare upon them. The coin, As level as the cannon to his indeed, has been clipt from our blank,

first receiving it; but it is not so Transports its poison'd shot, diminifhed, but that with a small

may miss our name, assistance we may hope to make. And hit the woundless air. it pass current. I am far from

o, come away!) Mr. Pope affirming, that, by inserting the takes notice, that 1 replace fome words, For, haply, Slander, I. verses that were imperfect, (and, have given the poet's very words; tho' of a modern date, seem to be but the supplement is such as the genuine;) by inferring two words. sentiment naturally seems to deBut to see, what an accurate and mand. The poet has the same faithful collator he is; I pro- thought, concerning the diffuduced these verses in my SHAKE- five pow'rs of flander, in another SPEARE restored, from a quarto

of his plays. edition of Hamlet, printed in

No, 'tis slander 1637, and happened to say, that Whole edge is sharper that the they had not the authority of any sword, whose tongue earlier date in print, that I knew Outovenoms all the worms of of, than that quarto. Upon the Nile, whose breath strength of this Mr. Pope comes Rides on the posting winds, and calls the lines modern, cho' and doth bely they were in the quartos of 1605 All corners of the world. and 1611, which I had not then

Cymbeline, seen, but both of which Mr. Pope

THEOBALD. pretends to have collated. The

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And hit the woundless air. -0, come away ;
My soul is full of discord and dismay. [Exeunt.


Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Safely stowed.
Gentlemen within Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

Ham. What noise ? who calls on Hamlet ?
Oh, here they come.

Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.

- Rof. What have you done, my Lord, with the

dead body? Hom. Compounded it' with duft, whereto 'tis kin,

Rof. Tell us where ’tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Rof. Believe what?

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the son of a King ?

Ros. Take you me for a spunge, my Lord?

Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end; he keeps them, like an apple, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be last swallow'd. When he needs what

When he needs what you have


26 I ke an apple,] The quarto has ajpie, which is generally followed. The folio has ape, which Hanner has received, and illurtrated with the following note.

It is ihe way of monkeys 6s in eating, 'to throw that part

o of their food, which they take

up first, into a pouch they are

provided with on the side of " their jaw, and then they keep “ it, till they have done with the

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glean'd, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge,

you Thall be dry again.

Rof. I understand you not, my Lord.

Ham. I am glad of it; a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear

... Ros. My Lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King.

Hom. ?:The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing

Guil. A thing, my Lord?

Ham. * Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after,


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King. I've sent to seek him, and to find the body. How dang’rous is it, that this man goes loose ! Yet must not we put the strong law on him; He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes: And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh'd, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause. Diseases, desp'rate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all.

7 The body is with the King, ] has contemptuously called the This answer I do not compre- King a thing, Hamlet defends hend. Perhaps it should be, The himself by observing, that the body is not with the King, for King must be a thing, or nothe King is not with the body. thing.

8 of nothing.] Should it rot 9 Hide fox,] There is a play be read, Or nothing ? When the among children called Hide fox, courtiers remark, that Hamlet and all after.



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