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Whereon his braios still beating, puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think

What think you on't?
Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of this grief
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia ?
You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
But if


hold it fit after the play,
Let his Queen-mother all alone intreat him
To shew his griefs; let her be round with him:
And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conf'rence. If she find him not,
To England send him; or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.

King. It shall be so:
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.




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, 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.
Ham. Bid the Players make halte.

[Exit Polonius. Will you two help to haften them? Both. We will, my lord.

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Ham. What ho, Horatio ?
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coap'd withal.

Hor. Oh my dear lord

Ham. Nay, do not think I fatter:
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits
To feed and cloath thee? Should the poor be flatter'd:
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?


dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for her self. For thou hast been
As one, in suffering all that suffers nothing.
A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hath ta’en with equal thanks. And blest are those,
Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled,
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core: ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a play to-night before the King,
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
I pr’ythee, when thou seest that act a-foot,
Ev’n with the very comment of thy soul


Observe mine uncle: if his occult guilt
Do not it self unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen:
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's † stithy. Give him heedful note,
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join,
To censure of his seeming.

Hor. Well, my lord.
If he steal ought the whilst this play is playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrofle, Guilden-

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.
Queen, Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
Ham. No, good mother, here's mettle more attractive.
Pol. Oh ho, do you mark that ?
Ham, Lady, shall I lye in your lap?

[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.
Oph. No, my lord.
Ham. Do you think I meant country matters?
Oph. I think nothing, my lord.
Ham. That's a fair thought to lye between a maid's legs.
Oph. What is, my lord ?
Ham. Nothing
Oph. You are merry, my lord.
Ham. Who, I?
Oph. Ay, my lord.

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


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