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That no revenue haft, but thy good fpirits,
Hor. Well, my Lord.
(37) And my imaginations are as fuel,
As Vulcan's ftithy', ] I have ventor’d, zuin? The Butljority of all the copies, to substitute fomithy bere. I have given sy svalors)
h note on Troilus, to whico, for brevity's fake, i bey deave in refer the readers.
Exter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rofincrantz,
Guildensterny. and other Lords attendant, with a guard carrying torches. Danish March. Scund a tourish.
Ham. They're coming to the Play ; I must be idle. Get you a place.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hm. Excellent, i'faith, of the camelion's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammid: you cannot feed capons fo.
King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine.-Now, my Lord; you play'd once i'th' university, you say? [T, Polonius.
Pol. That I did, my Lord, and was accounted a good actor.
Ham. And what did you enact ?
Pol. I did enact Julius Cæfar, I was kill'd i'th' Capitol : Brutus kill'd me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there. Be the players ready?
Ref. Ay, my Lord, they stay upon your patience.
(Ljing doun at Cphelia's feet,
Han, Oh God! your only jig-maker ; what should a man do, but be merry? For, look you, how chearfully
my mother looks, and my father dy'd within these two hours.
Ok. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my Lord.
Ham. So long? nay, then let the Devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of fables. Oh heav'ns! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet! then there's hope, a great man's memory may out-live his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For oh, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgot.
Hautboys plays. The dumb few enters. (38) Enter a Duke and Dutchefs, with regal Coronel!,
very lovingly; the Dutchess embracing him, and be her, She kneels; he takes her us, and declines his head u on her neck; he lays him down ufon a bank of flowers ; the Seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his Crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the Duke's ears, and Exit. The Dutchess returns, finds the Duke dead, and makes passionate alio". The prilver, with fume two or three mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner u does the Dutchess with gifts; she seeins loth and unwilling a while, but in t'e end accepts his love.
[Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my Lord ?
Ham. Marry, this is miching Malicho ; it means mischief.
(38) Enter a King and Queen very lovingly :] Thus have the blundering and inadvertent editors all along given us this stage d rection, tho' we are expressly told by Hamlet anon, that the story of this in. troduced interlude is the murther of Gonzago duke of Vienna. The source of this mistake is easily to be accounted for, from the stage's d-effing the characters. Regal coronets being at first order'd by the Poet for the duke and dutchess, the succeeding players, who did not ftrictly observe the quality of the persons or circumfences of the story, mistook 'em for a king and queen; and so the error was deduced donn from thence to the present times. Methinks, Mr. Pope might have indulg'd his private sense in so obvious a mistake, without any fear of rashness being imputed to him for the arbitrary correction.
Op. Belike, this show imports the arguments of the play?
Enter Prologue, Ham. We all know by this fellow : the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Cpl. l ill he tell us, what this show meant?
Ham Ay, or any show that you'll shew him. Be not you alhamed to hew, he'll not shame to teil you what it means.
p. You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the play. Prol. For us, and for our trage.!!,
Here jonging to your cleme::cl,
We beg your hearing patient j.
Erzier Duke, and Dulichili, Player.s.
Drick. So many journeys may the sun and moon
former state, That I diftruit you; yet though I diftruft, biscomfort you, my Lord, it nothing muit: for women fear too much, ev'n as they love. And womens' fear and love hold quantity; 'lis either none, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you And as my love is fiz'd, my fear is so. (3.)
(39) Ard as my love is fix'd, my frer is fo.) Mr. Pope says, I real Jized, and, indeed, I do so: becauie, I observe, e «
q2 ario of 160;
Where love is great, the smallest doubts are fear;
Dutch. Oh, confound the rest!
Hum. Wormwood, wormwood !
Dutch. The instances, that second marriage move,
Duke. I do believe, you think what now you speak;
ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in paflion we propose, The pafion ending, doth the purpose lose ; The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactors with themselves destroy. Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on fender accident. This world is not for aye ; nor 'tis not strange, That ev'n our loves should with our fortunes change. reads ciz'd; that of 2611 cizl; the folio in 1632, Jiz; and that in 1623, fiz'd: and because, besides the whole tenour of the context demands this reading. For the lady evidently is talking here of the quantity and proportion of her love and fear, not of their continuance, duration, or itability. Cleopatra expresses herself much in the same manner, with regard to her grief for the loss of Antony.
mour size of fourow,