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That thou, dead coarse, again, in compleat fteel,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls?
[Ghoft beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it fome impartment did defire
To you alone.
Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a removed ground:
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak;
then I will follow it.
Ham. Why, what should be the fear?
It waves me forth again.I'll follow it
Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my Lord? Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff,
That beetles o'er his bafe into the fea;
And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might deprive your fov'reignty of reason,
Ham. It waves me ftill: go on, I'll follow thee-
Ham. Hold off your hands.
Mar. Be rul'd, you fhall not go.
Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
Still am I call'd: unhand me, gentlemen
[Breaking from them.
By heav'n, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me-
[Exeunt Ghoft and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes defp'rate with imagination.
Mar. Let's follow! 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Hor. Have after.-To what iffue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Hor. Heav'n will direct it.
Mar. Nay, let's follow him.
SCENE changes to a more remote Part of the
Re-enter Ghoft and Hamlet.
Ham. Here wilt thou lead me fpeak, I'll ge no further.
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.
Ghoft. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Muft render up myself.
Ham. Alas, poor Ghost!
Ghoft. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing
To what I fhall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghoft. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Ham. What?
Ghoft. I am thy father's Spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin'd to faft in fires;
'Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word.
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood; lift, lift, oh lift!
If thou didit ever thy dear father love
Ham. Oh heav'n!
Ghoft. Revenge his foul and moft unnatural murder. Ham. Murder?
Ghoft. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, frange, and unnatural.
Ham. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghoft. I find thee apt;
And duller fhouldft thou be, than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf,
Wouldst thou not ftir in this.
Now, Hamlet, hear
'Tis given out, that, fleeping in my orchard,
A ferpent ftung me. So the whole ear of Denmark
Rankly abus'd but know, thou noble youth,
Ham. Oh, my prophetick foul! my uncle? Ghost. Ay, that inceftuous, that adulterate beaff, With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to feduce!) won to his fhameful luft The will of my moft feeming-virtuous Queen. Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there! From me, whofe love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand ev'n with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch, whofe natural gifts were poor To thofe of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heav'n;
And prey on garbage
But, foft! methinks, I fcent the morning air
My custom always of the afternoon,
Thus was I, fleeping, by a brother's hand,
(11) Unbouzzled, unanointed, unaneal'd;] The Ghoft, having recounted the Process of his, Murder, proceeds to exaggerate the Inhumanity and Unnaturalness of the Fact, from the Circumstances in which he was furprized. But thefe, I find, have been ftumbling Blocks to our Editors; and therefore I muft amend and explain thefe three compound Adjectives in their Order. Inftead of unbouzzel'd, we must restore, unboufel'd, i. e. without the Sacrament taken; from the old Saxon Word for the Sacrament, boufel. In the next place, unanointed, is a Sophiftication of the Text: the old Copies concur in reading, disappointed. I correct,
i. e. no Confeffion of Sins made, no Reconciliation to Heaven, no Appointment of Penance by the Church. Unaneal'd I agree to be the Poet's genuine Word; but I must take the Liberty to difpute Mr. Pope's Explication of it, viz. No Knell rung. The Adjective formed from Knell, muft have been unknell'd, or unknoll'd. There is no Rule in Orthography for finking the k in the Deflection of any Verb or Compound formed from Knell, and melting it into a Vowel. What Senfe does unaneal'd then bear? SKINNER, in his Lexicon of old and obfolete English Terms, tells us, that Aneal'd is unetus; from the Teutonick Prepofition an, and Ole, i. e. Oil: fo that unaneal'd must confequently fignify, unanointed, not having the extream Unction. The Poet's Reading and Explication being af
No reck'ning made, but fent to my account
Ham. Oh, all you hoft of heav'n! oh earth! what else
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
Oh villain, villain, fmiling damned villain!
certained, he very finely makes his Gho complain of these four dreadful Hardships; that he had been difpatched out of Life without receiving the Hoft, or Sacrament; without being reconciled to Heaven and abfolv'd; without the Benefit of extream Unction; or without fo much as a Confeffion made of his fins. The having no Knell rung, I think, is not a Point of equal Confequence to any of thefe; efpecially, if we confider, that the Romish Church admits the Efficacy of praying for the Dead..