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Whereon his braios still beating, puts him thus
What think you on't?
hold it fit after the play,
King. It shall be so:
SC EN E IV.
Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players. Ham. PEAK the speech I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to
you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth.it, as many of our Players do, I had as lieve the town-crier had fpoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your band thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, as I may say, whirl-wind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustous periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings: who (for the most part) are capable of nothing, but inexplicable dumb fhews, and noise: I could have such a fellow whipt for o'er-doing termagant; it out-herods HerodPray
you avoid it.
Play. I warrant your
honour. Ham. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor.
Sute the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature; to shew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this over-done, or come tardy off, tho’it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve: the censure of which one, must in
mult in your allowance o'er-sway a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be Players. that I have seen play, and heard others praise and that highly, (not to speak it prophanely) that neither having the accent of christian, or the gate of christian, pagan,
or man, have so strutted and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journey-men had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity fo abominably.
Play. I hope we have reform’d that indifferently with us.
Ham. Oh reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them: For there be of them that will themfelves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: That's villanous, and shews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
[Exeunt Players. Enter Polonius, Rosincroffe, and Guildenstern. How now, my lord? will the King hear this piece of work ?
Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently.
[Exit Polonius. Will you two help to haften them? Both. We will, my lord.
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Ham. What ho, Horatio ?
Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
Hor. Oh my dear lord
Ham. Nay, do not think I fatter:
dear soul was mistress of her choice,
Observe mine uncle: if his occult guilt
Hor. Well, my lord.
S CE N E VI.
stero, and other lords attendant, with a guard carrying torches. Danish march. Sound a flourish.
Ham. They're coming to the play; I must be idle. Get you a place.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Ham. Excellent i'faith, of the camelion's dish: I eat the air, promise-cramm’d: 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 plaid once ith university, you say?
(To 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?
Ros. † Stithy, a smith's anvil.
Rof. Ay, my lord, they stay upon your patience.
[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.
Ham. Ob God, your orily 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.
Oph. 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! dye 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 ob, the bobby-borfe is forgot.
Hautboys play. The dumb Shew enters. Enter a King and Queen, very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. He takes her up, and declines his head upon