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Laer, You mock me, Sir.
King. Give them the foils, young cScko
Ham. Well, my Lord ;
King. I do not fear it, have seen you both :
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another.
[ reparis to play. Ofr. Ay, my good Lord.
King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table: If Hamle, gives the first, or second, hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The King shall drink to Hamiei's better breath : And in the cup an Union shall hc throw, (74). Riche: than that which four successive Kings In Derinary's crown have worn. Give me the cups; And let the kettle to the trumpets speak, The trumpets to the cannoncer withouts (74) And in the eup an onyx shall be ibrow,
Ricber than tbat wbiib four fucceffive Kings
In Denmark's crown have worn.] This is a various reading in several of the old copies; but union seems to me to be the true word, for leveral reasons. The onyx is a species of lucid fone, of which the ancients made both columns and pavements for ornaments, and in which they likewise cut seals, &c. but, if I am not mistaken, neither the onyx, nor Jardunyx, are jewels which ever found place in an imperial crown. On the ither hand, an union is the finest sort of peail, and has its place in all crowns and coronets. Multùm enim intereft utrum unio fatuatur in cæno, an verò litus & injertus in coronâ resplendeat : says Theodoret upon St. Mar hew. Besides, let us confi. der what the King lays on liamlet's giving Laertes the first hit.
Stay, give me drink : Hamle!, this pearl is thine:
Here's to thy bealth. The terms upon which the King was to throw a jewel into the cup, were, if Hamlet g ve Laertes the first hit: which Hamlet does. Therefo e, if an union be a pearl, and an onyx a gemm or stɔne, grite differing in its nature from pcarls; the King saying, that Hamlet has earn'd the pearl, I think, amounts to a demonstration that it was an vrion-pearl, which he meant to throw into the cup.
what say you
The cannons to the heav'ns, the heav'ns to earth :
Ham, Come on, Sir.
-againKing. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine, Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
[Trumpets found, Shot goes off. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile.
[They play. Come another hit
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Ham. Good Madam,
[Afide. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes, you but dally; I
pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afraid, you make a wanton of me. for come on.
[Play. Ofr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now.
[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in fcuffling, they
change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. King. Part them, they are incens'd.
Laer. Say you
Ham. Nay, come again-
Lver. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Ofrick;
Ham. How does the Queen ?
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink
[Quren dier. Ham. Oh villany! ko! let the door be lock'd : Treachery! seek it out
Laer. It is here, Hamlet, thou art slain,
Unbated and envenom'd.] 'The King, in the fourth act, in the scene betwixt him and Laertes, says ;
So that with ease,
Requite him for your father.
A sword unbaited-
But doth relate and blunt his natural edge
Mcaf. for Meas.
Love's Labour Lof.
Turn'd on themselves like dull and heavy lead. 2 Henry IV.
As far as her proud scorning him could bate,
Or blunt the edge of any lover's temper,
I can no more the King, the King's to blame.
Han. The point envenom’d too? Then venom do thy work.
[Stabs the King. All. Treason, treason. King. O yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion : is the Union here? Follow my mother.
[King dies. Laer He is juftly served. It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet ; Mine and my father's death come not on thee, Nor thine on me!
Hor. Never, believe it.
Hom. As th' art a man,
Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the Ambassadors of Englund gives [Poland, This warlike volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatio :
The potent poison quite o'er-grows my spirit ;
Hir. Now cracks a noble heart; good-night, sweet
colours, and attendants.
Amb. The fight is dismal,
Hor. Not from his mouth,
-Ob, proud Dearb! Wbat feast is tow'rd' in thy eternal cell.] This epithet, I think, has no great propriety here. I have chose the reading of the old quario editions, infernal. This communicates an image suitable to the circumstance of the havock, which Fortinbras looks on and would represent in a light of horror. Upon the right of so many dead bodies, he exclaims against death as an execrable, riotous, destroyer; and as preparing to make a savage, and bellish feast.
(77) He never gave commandment for their death.) We must either believe, the Poet had forgot himself with regard to the circumstance of Rosincrantz and Guildenstern's death; or we must undesstand him