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Dear maid, kind fixter, sweet Opbilia!
And on his grave reigns many a tear ;
Fare ye well, my dove ! (62) Nature is fine in love,] Mr. Pope seems puzzled at this passage, and therefore in both his editions subjoins this conje&ure. Perhaps, says he,
Nature is fire in love, and sobere 'tis fire,
It fends some precious incense of itself
After tbe thing it loves. I own, this conjecture to me imparts no satisfactory idea. Nature is suppos'd to be the fire, and to furnish the incense too : had love been suppos'd the fire, and nature sent out the incense, I should more readily have been reconcil'd to the sentiment. But no change, in my opinion, is necessary to the text; I conceive, that this might be the Poet's meaning. “ In the passion of love, nature becomes more ex. " quifite of sensation, is more delicate and refin'd; 16.3t is, natural “ affection, rais’d and sublim'd into a love-paffion, becomes more “ inflamed and intense than usual; and where it is so, as people in “ love generally send what they have of moft valuable after their “ lovers ; so poor Opbelia has sent her moft precious fenses after the “ object of her inflam'd affection.” If I miftake not, our Poet has play'd with this thought, of the powers being refind by the passion, in feveral other of his plays. His clown, in As You Like it, seems sensible of this refinement; but, talking in his own way, interprets it a sort of frantickness.
We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Again, in Troilus and Creffida, the latter expresses herself concern. ing grief, exactly as Laertes does here of nature.
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste;
Which causeth it. But Jago, in Orkello, delivers himself much more directly to the puro pose of ihe sentiment here before us,
Come hither, if thou bee'st valiant; as they say, base men, being in love, bave then a nobility in their natures more than is nitive to them
Laer. Hadit thou thy wits, and didft persuade revenge, It could not move thus.
Opb. You must fing, down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O how the wheel becomes it! it is the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; pray, love, remember ; and there's pansies, that's for thoughts.
Laer. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you, and here's some for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays : you may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy ; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd; they say, he made a good end ;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
And will be not come again?
and we cast away mone, Gramercy on his foul ! And of all christian souls ! God b'w'ye. [Exit Ophelia.
Laer. Do you see this, you Gods!
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me; If by direet or by collateral hand They find us touch'd, we will our Kingdom give, Our Crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you
in satisfaction. But if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us;
And we shall jointly labour with your soul,
Laer. Let this be so.
King. So you shall :
Hor. Let them come in.
Soil. He shall, Sir, an't please him.-- There's a letter for you, Sir: It comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Horatio reads the letter.
d , these fellows some means 10 the King : they have lerrers for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate
warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding our. felves too slow of fail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them : on the instant they got clear of our fpip, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did: I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much bafte as thou woulde fly death. I have words to speak in
will make thee dumb ; yet are they much to light
for the metter. These grod fellows will bring thee where I
Rosincrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee, farewel.
He that thou krowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will make you way for these your letters; And do't the speedier, that
you may direct To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt.
Enter King, and Laertes. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you
must put me in you heart for friend;
Larr. It well appears. But tell me,
King. Two special reasons,
So that my arrows
Laer. And so have I a noble father loft,
King. Break not your sleeps for that; you must not
Enter a Messenger,
King. From Hamlet? who brought them?
[Exit Mes. IGH and Mighty, you fall know, I am fet naked
on your Kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave ta Tee your kingly eyes. When I shall, (first asking your par. don thereunto, ) recount th' occasion of my sudden return.
Hamlet, What should this mean? are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse --and no such thing?
Laer. Know you the hand ?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character;
Laer, I'm lost in it, my Lord: but let him come ;
fickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou.
King. If it be so, Laertes,
be rul'd by me?
King. To thine own peace ; if he be now return'd,