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Hór. You will lose this wager, my Lord.
Ham. I do not think so. Since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart.
heart. But it is no matter. Hor. Nay, my good Lord.
Ham. It is but foolery ; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.
Hor. If your mind dinike any thing, obey it. I will forestal their repair hither, and say you are not fit.
Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury, there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
9 Since no man HAS OUGHT will I am prepared. But the ill OF WHAT he leaves, what is't to pointing in the old book hinleave betimes?] This the edicors dered the editors from seeing called reasoning. I should have Shakespear's sense, and encouthought the premises concluded raged them to venture at one of juft otherwise : For fince death their own, though, as usual, they trips a man of every thing, it is are come very lamely off. but fit he should shun and avoid
WARBURTON. the despoiler. The old Quarto The reading of the quarto reads, Since no man, of ought he was right, but in some other cokaves, KNOW S, what is't to leave py the harhness of the transpo. betimes. Let be. This is the true sition was softened, and the pasreading. Here the premises con- sage stood thus, Since no man clude right, and the argument knows aught of wbat be leaves. drawn out at length is to this ef- For knows was printed in the lafect. It is true, that, by death, ter copies has, by a slight blunwe lofe all the goods of life ; yet der in such typographers. feeing this lofs is no otherwise an I do not think Dr. Warburton's evil than as we are sensible of it; interpretation of the passage the and fince death removes al sense of best that it will admit. The it, ubat matters it how foon we meaning may be this, Since no tojë them: Therefore come what man knows aught of the state of
S. CE N E. V.
Enter King, Queen, Laertes and lords, Ofrick, with
other attendants with foils, and gantlets, A table, to and flaggans of wine on it. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand
life which he leaves, ince he cannot fall but by the direction
Hanmer has, Since ni man owes
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
Ham. I embrace it freely,
Laer. Come, one for me.
, Laertes; in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' th’ darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.
Laer. You mock me, Sir.
King. Give them the foils, young Ofrick.
Ham. Well, my Lord; 2 Your Grace hath laid upon the weaker side.
King. I do not fear it, I have seen you both; But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds.
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another. Ham. This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
[Prepares to play.
2 Your Grace hath laid upon the 'When the odds were on the side
weaker fide.] Thus Han. of Laertes, who was to hit Hammer.
All the others read, let twelve times to nine, it was Your Grace hath laid the odds perhaps the authour's Dip. path' weaker fides
Ofr. Ay, my good Lord.
King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
3 In some editions,
giving Laertes the first hit. And in the cup an Onyx fall Stay, give me Drink : Hamhe thrown]
let, this Pearl is thine : This is a various reading in fe. Here's to thy health. veral of the old copies ; but Therefore, if an Union be a Un on seems to me to be the true Pearl, and an Onyx a Gemm, or word. If I am not mistaken, . Stone quite differing in its nature neither the Onyx, nor Sardonyx, from Pearls ; the King saying, ara jewels which ever found place that Hamlet has earn'd the Pearl, in an imperial crown. An Union I think, amounts to a demonstrais the finest sort of Pearl, and tion that it was an Union.Pearl, has its place in all crowns and which he meant to throw into the coronets. Besides, let us consider cup.
THEOBALD. what the King lays on Hamlet's VOL. VIII.
Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
[Trumpets sound, Shat goes off. Ham. I'll play this bout first. Set it by awhile.
[They play. Come. Another hit. What say you?
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confefs.
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Ham. Good Madam,-
change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.