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Queen. If it be,
Why seems it fo particular with thee?

Ham. Seems, Madam? nay, iç is; I know not seems A. 'Tis not alone my inky, cloak, good mother2101 Nor customary suits of solemn Black,

??68A Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shews of grief, or That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, 1:30 For they are actions that a man might play:

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But I have That within, which pafseth shew :
These, but the trappings, and the suits of woe.: ein
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your natures

To give these mourning duties to your father :
But you must know, your father loft a father ;
That father loft, loft his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation, for some term,
To do? obsequious forrow. But to persevere
3 In obftinate condolement, is a course

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--your father for a father; it comes to this; That father af. That father, bis; and the jur- ter he had lost himself, loft his

vivor bound.] Thus Mr. father. But the reading is ex Pape judiciously corrected the fide Codicis, and that is enough. faulty copies. On which the edi

WARBURTON, tor Mr, Theobald thus discants ;. I do not admire the repetiThis supposed refinen.ent is from tion of the word, but it has so Mr. Pope, but all the eartions much of our authour's manner, else, that I have met with, old that I find no temptation to reand modern, read,

cede from the old copies. Ibat father loft, loft lis; 2 -obfequious forrow.] ObThe reduplication of which zuord quious is here from obsequies, or bere gives an energy and an ele. funeral ceremonies. gance WHICH IS MUCH EASIER 3 In obftinete condolement.

Condolment, for forrow; because PLAINED IN TERMS. I believe jorrow is used to be condoled. fo: For when explained in terms




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Of impious stubbornness, unmanly grief.
Ic Shews + a will most incorrect to heav'n,
A heart unfortify'd, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple, and unschoolid;
For, what we know must be, and is as common
An any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why thould we, in our peevith opposition,
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heav'n,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
5 To Reafon most absurd; whose common theam
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cry'd,
From the first coarse, 'till he that died to day,
" This must be fo.” We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father : for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our Throne;
6 And with no less nobility of love,
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
? Do I impart tow'rd you. For your intent
In going back to school to Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire
And we befeech you, bend you to remain
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our fon.
Queen. Let not thy mother lofe her

prayers, Hamlet;
I prythee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, Madam,
King. Why, 'cis a loving, and a fair reply;


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a will most incorrect-] 6 And with no less nobility of Incorred, for untutor'd.

love,] Nobility, for MagniWARBURTON. tude.

WARBURTON. 5 To Reason molt abfurd;---] Nobility is rather gener fity. Reafon, for experience. WARB. 7 Do I impart tow'rd you~]

Reafon is here ufed in its com- Imparı, for profess. mon sense, for the faculty by I believe impart is, impart mywhich we form conclufions from Self, communicate whatever I can arguments,




Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet

1, Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof * No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to day, 1" But the great Cannon to the clouds shall cell, And the King's rowse the heav'o shall bruit again, 2 Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away, (Exeunt.

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in '; SCENE III.

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Manet Hamlet. Ham. Oh, that this too too folid Aesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! , Or that the Everlasting had not fixt His cannon 'gainst felf-Naughter ! O God! O God; How weary stale, fat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fje on't! oh fie! 'cis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Poffess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months, dead! nay, not so much ; nor


So excellent a King, that was, to this,


8 Nojocund bealth.) The King's felf-murder. But the word, which intemperance is very strongly I restored, and which was imprefied; every thing that hap. espous'd by the accurate Mr. pens to himn gives him occasion Hagbes, who gave an edition of to drink.

this Play;) » the true reading, 9 Or that the Everlasting had i. e. That he had not restrain'd not fx'd

fuicide by his express law, and His cannon 'gain? self saugh peremptory exhibition. ter!] The generality of the

THEOBAID. e'itions read ihus, as if the Poet's ! So excellent a King, that was, thought were, Or tla: the Al- to this, mighty bad 1:01 planted bis artille- Hyperion to a Satyr :-} This ry, or arms of vengeance, again fimilitude at first fight seems to


Hyperion to a Satyr ; fo loving to my mother, *
2 That he might not let e'en the winds of heav'n!!!
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!! ??
Must I remember why, she would hang on


Digorosof'. As if Increase of Appetite had grown

lei By what it fedonyer, within a month, Let me not think--Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month or ere those shoes were old, With which the followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears—Why she, ev'n she, O heav'n! 3 a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, married with mine

uncle ivri My father's brother; but no more like my father, be a little far-fetch'd ; but it has of a single letter, and the fepaan exquisite beauty. By the Sac ration of two words mistakenly tyr is meant Pan, as by Hyperion, jumbled together, I am verily Apollo. Pan and Apollo were bro- persuaded, I have retrieved the thers, and the allufion is to the Poet's reading. That he might contention between those two not let e'en the winds of heav'n, Gods for the preference in mufick. &c.


a beast, that wants dif 2 In former editions,

course of reason.] This is That be permitted not the finely expressed, and with a phi

winds of heav'n] This is a lorophical exactness. Beasts want fophiftical reading, copied from not reason, but the difcourse of the players in some of the mo- reafon : i. e. the regular inferdern editions, for want of un- ring one thing from another by derstanding the Poet, whose text the asistance of universals. is corrupt in the old impressions :

WARBURTON." All of which that I have had the Discourse of reason, as the fortune to see, concur in read. logicians name the third operaingi

tion of the mind, is indeed a So loving to my mother, philosophical term, but it is one That he might not bet:epe the no otherwise than as it is proper; winds of beav'n

it coft the authour nothing, being Vifit her face tog roughly. the common language of his Beteene is a corruption with- time. Of finding such beauties out doubt, but not fo inveterate in any poet there is no end. a one, but that, by the change, VOL. VIII. L



Than I to Hercules. Within a month!
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the fushing in her gauled eyes,
She married. -Oh, moft wicked speed, to poft
With such dexterity to incestuous fheets !
It is not, nor it cannot come to Good,
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

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ch Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. Hail to your Lordship!

Ham. I am glad to fee you well; Horatio, ---or I do forget my self?

Her. The same, my lord, and your poor servant

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Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name

you; And 4 what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Marcellus !

Mar. My good lord – · Ham. I am very glad to see you; 5.good even, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?"

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
· Ham. I would not hear your enemy fay so;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it Truster of your own report
Against yourself. I know, you are no truant;


4 what make you~) A fa- change. Between the first and miliar phrale for what are you eighth scene of this act it is ap dairg.

parent that a natural day must -good evra, Sir. ] So pass, and how much of it is al-the copies. Sir Th. Hurmer and ready over, there is nothing that Di. W'ar burton put it, ond mein- can determine. The King has ing. The alteration is of no im- held a council. It may now as portance, but all licence is dan well be evening as morning. gerous. There is no need of any

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