That from a fhelf the precious Diadem stole Queen. No more. Enter Ghoft. Ham. A King of fhreds and patches Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings, [Starting up. You heav'nly guards! what would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Ghoft. Do not forget: this vifitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, Lady? 』 Ham. On him! on him!-look you, how pale he glares Ham. Do you fee nothing there? [Pointing to the Gh. Queen Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it fteals away! My father in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. Ham. What ecftafy? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Yea, curb, and wooe, for leave to do it good. Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worfer part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night; but go not to mine uncle's bed: That monfter cuftom, who all fense doth eat (25) (25) That Monster cuftom, who all Senfe doth cat, That to the Ufe of Actions fair and good Of That apily is put on.] This Paffage is left out in the two elder Folio's: It is certainly corrupt, and the Players did the ifcreet part to fine what they did not understand. Habit's Devil certainly arose from fome conceited Tamperer with the Text, who thought Of habits evil, is angel yet in this; To the next abftinence; the next, more easy; [Pointing to Polonius. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, That I effentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. Twere good, you let him know. thought it was neceffary, in Contraft to Angel. The Emendation of the Text I owe to the Sagacity of Dr. Thirlby. That Monfer cufism, who all Senfe doth eat Of Habits evil, is Angel, &c. i. e. Cuntom, which by inuring us to ill Habits, makes us lofe the apprehenfion of their being really ill, as eafily will reconcile us to the practice of good. Actions. Unpeg Unpeg the basket on the houfe's top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of Life, I have no life to breathe What thou haft faid to me. Ham. I must to England, you know that? Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis fo concluded on. Hoift with his own petard: and' fhall go hard, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room; [Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius. ACT X+XEX+X+X+X+X+X+X+X+X+ ACTIV. SCENE, A Royal Apartment. Enter King and Queen, with Rofincrantz, and Guildenstern. KING. HERE's matter in thefe fighs; these profound heaves, THE You must tranflate; 'tis fit, we understand them. Where is your fon? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rof, and Guild. who go out. Ah, my good Lord, what have I seen to-night? King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the feas, and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier; in his lawless fit, Behind the arras hearing fomething stir, He whips his rapier out, and cries, a rat! And, in this brainifh apprehenfion, kills The unfeen good old man. King. O heavy deed! It had been fo with us, had we been there : To you yourself, to us, to every one. Alas! how fhall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whofe providence Should have kept fhort, reftrain'd, and out of haunt, This mad young man. But fo much was our love, Among |