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That thou, dead corfe, again, in compleat steel,
Revifit'ft thus the glimpfes of the moon,
Making night hideous, and us fools of nature
So horribly to shake our difpofition

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With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls?
Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?
[Ghoft beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it fome impartment did defire
To you alone.

Mar. Look, with what courteous action
It waves you off to a removed ground:"
But do not go with it.

Hor. No, by no means.

Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it.
Hor. Do not, my Lord.

[Holding Hamlet.

Ham. Why, what should be the fear?
I do not fet my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my foul, what can it do to that,

cumlocution, confounding in his fright the foul and body. Why, fays he, have thy bones, which with due ceremonies have been intombed in death, in the common ftate of departed mortals, burft the folds in which they were embalmed? Why has the tomb in which we faw thee quietly laid, opened his mouth, that mouth which, by its weight and ftability, feemed clofed for ever? The whole fentence is this: Why doft thou appear, whom we know to be dead?

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Had the change of the word removed any obfcurity, or added any beauty, it might have been worth a fraggle, but either reading leaves the fenfe the fame.

If there be any afperity in this

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controverfial note, it must be imputed to the contagion of peevifhness, or fome refentment of the incivility fhown to the Oxford Editor, who is reprefented as fuppofing the ground car onized by a funer 1, when he only meant to fay, That the body was depofited in holy ground, in ground confecrated according to the canon.

I -us fools of nature] The expreffion is fine, as intimating we were only kept (as formerly, fools in a great family) to make fport for nature, who lay hid only to mock and laugh at us, for our vain fearches into her myfteries. WARBURTON. 2-to shake our difpofition:] Difpofuin, for frame.

WARBURTON.

Being

Being a thing immortal as itfelf?

It waves me forth again.I'll follow it-
Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my
Lord?

Of to the dreadful fummit of the cliff,
That.beetles o'er his Bafe into the fea;
And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might deprive your fov'reignty of reafon,
And draw you into madness? think of it.
+ The very place puts toys of defperation,
Without more motive, into ev'ry brain,
That looks fo many fathoms to the fea;
And bears it roar beneath.

Ham. It waves me ftill.-Go on, I'll follow thee,
Mar. You shall not go, my Lord.
Ham. Hold off your hands.

Mar. Be rul'd, you fhall not go.
Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen

[Breaking from them. By heav'n, I'll make a Ghoft of him that lets me

3- -DEPRIVE your fov’reign=

ty of reofon,] i. e. deprive your fov'reignty of its reafon. Nonfenfe, Sav'reignty of reafon is the fame as fovereign or fupreme reafon: Reafon which governs mán. And thus it was used by the beft writers of thofe times. Sidney fays, It is time for us both to let reafon enjoy its due Joveraigntie, Arcad. And King Charles, at once to betray the foveraignty of reafon in my foul. Εἰκὼν βασιλική. It is evident that Souk fear wrote,

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DEPRAVE your fovereignty of reason.

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i. e. diforder your understanding and draw you into madness. So afterwards. Now fee that noble and most fovereign reofon Ike fweet bells jangled out of tune, WARBURTON.

I believe deprive in this place fignifies fimply to take away.

The very place] The four following lines added from the first edition. POPE. 5 -puts toys of desperation,] Trys, for whims. WARB.

I fay,

I fay, away.Go on I'll follow thee

[Exeunt Ghoft and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes defp'rate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow! 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Hor. Have after.To what iffue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. Hor. Heav'n will direct it.

Mar. Nay, let's follow him.

[Exeunt.

Ham.

SCENE

VIII.

A more remote Part of the Platform.

Re-enter Ghoft and Hamlet.

WHERE wilt thou lead me? fpeak, I'll go no further.

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Ghoft. Mark me.

Ham. I will.

Ghoft. My hour is almoft come,

When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Muft render up myself.

Ham. Alas, poor Ghost!

Ghoft. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing

To what I fhall unfold.

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Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.

Ghoft. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt

hear.

Ham. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's Spirit;

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,

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And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires;

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6 -confin'd To fast in fires;] for the fuperlative mft, or very. We fhould read, WARBURTON. I am rather inclined to read, confin'd to lafting fires, to fires unremitted and unconfumed. The change is flight.

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TOO faft in fires.

i. e. very clofely confined. The particle too is ufed frequently

"Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the fecrets of my prifon-house,
I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word
Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like ftars, ftart from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to ftand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.
If thou did❜ft ever thy dear father love

Lift, lift, oh lift!

Ham. O heav'n!

Ghoft. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Ham. Murder?

Ghoft. Murder most soul, as in the best it is; But this moft foul, ftrange, and unnatural.

Ham. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as swift

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Ghoft. I find thee apt;

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That roots itfelf in cafe on Lethe's wharf,

Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out, that, fleeping in my orchard,

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Is by a forged procefs of my death

Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble Youth,
The ferpent, that did fting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown.

Ham. Oh, my prophetick foul! my uncle?
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beaft,
With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts,
O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to feduce! won to his fhameful luft

The will of my most feeming-virtuous Queen.
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there!
From me, whofe love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand ev'n with the vow
I made to her in marriage; and to decline
Upon a wretch, whofe natural gifts were poor
To thofe of mine!

But virtue, as it never will be mov❜d,

Though lewdnefs court it in a fhape of heav'n;
So luft, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will fate itself in a celeftial bed,

And prey on garbage.

But, foft methinks, I fcent the morning air-
Brief let me be; Sleeping within mine orchard,
My cuftom always of the afternoon,
Upon my fecret hour thy uncle ftole
With juice of cursed hebenon in a viol,

zealous Proteflants of his time, that the pagan and popifh pur gatory flood both upon the fame Foting of credibility; or whe ther it was by the fame kind of

licentious inadvertence that Mi-
chael Angelo brought Charon's
bark into his picture of the laft
judgment, is not eafy to decide.
WARBURTON.

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