Will you be rul'd by me? Laer. Ay; fo you'll not o'er-rule me to a peace. Under the which he fhall not chufe but fall! Laer. I will be rul'd, The rather, if you could devife it fo2 King. It falls right. You have been talkt of fince your travel much, Laer. What part is that, my Lord ? 8 • Importing health and gravenefs.-Two months fince, Here was a gentleman of Normandy.- I've seen myself, and ferv'd against the French, And they can well on horfe-back but this Gallant Laer. A Norman, was't? Laer. Upon my life, Eamond. Laer. I know him well. He is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. He made confeffion of you, And gave you fuch a masterly report, That he cry'd out, 'twould be a Sight indeed, tion, 2. He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, That he could do nothing, but wish and beg Laer. What out of this, my Lord ? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you, Or are you like the painting of a forrow, A face without a heart? Laer. Why afk you this? King. Not that I think, you did not love your fa But that I know, love is begun by time, Dies in his own too much. What we would do, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; That hurts by eafing; This nonfepfe fhould be read thus, now, when it may be done with This conjecture is fo ingenious, that it can hardly be oppofed, but with the fame reluctance as the bow, is drawn against a hero, whofe virtues the archer holds in veneration. Here may be applied what Voltaire writes to the Empress : Le genereux François- And then this fhould is like a Yet this emendation, however Spendthrift's SIGN That burts by eafing ;i. e. tho' a fpendthrift's entering into bonds or mortgages gives him a prefent relief from his ftraits, yet it ends in much greater diftreffes. The application is, If you neglect a fair opportunity fpecious, is mistaken. The original reading is, not a Spendthrift's figh, but a spendthrift figh; a figh that makes an unneceffary wafte of the vital flame. It is a notion very prevalent, that fighs impair the strength, and wear out the animal powers. Laer, Leer. To cut his throat i' th' church. King. No place, indeed, fhould murder fanctuarifes Revenge fhould have no bounds; but, good Laertes, Will you do this? keep close within your chamber'; Hamlet, return'd, fhall know you are come home: We'll put on thofe fhall praise your excellence, And fet a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together, And wager on your heads. He being remiss, Laer. I will do't; 8 And for the purpose I'll anoint my fword. King. Let's farther think of this; Weigh, what convenience both of time and means 9 May fit us to our fhape. If this fhould fail, And that our drift look through our bad performance, 'Twere better not affay'd; therefore this project When in your motion you are hot and dry, As make your bouts more violent to that end, hat him A Chalice for the nonce; wheron but fipping, Our purpose may hold there. SCENE Enter Queen. How now, fweet Queen? X. Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Your fifter's drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Drown'd! oh where?, Queen. There is a willow grows aflant a Brook, That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy stream: There with fantaftick garlands did the come, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daifies, and long purples, (That liberal thepherds give a groffer name; But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them;) εξί There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds. ก -blaß in prof. This, I. or execution, fometimes breaks believe, is a metaphor taken out with an ineffectual blast. from a mine, which, in the proof Fell |