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Of his behaviour.
Rey.
My lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well said: very well said.
you, sir,

Inquire me first what Danskers! are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they
keep,

What company, at what expense; and finding,
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my son, come you more nearer
Than your particular demands will touch it :
Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of
him;

As thus,-I know his father, and his friends,
And, in part, him;-Do you mark this, Reynaldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.

Pol. And, in part, him;—but, you may say,
not well:

But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild ;
Addicted so and so;-and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips,
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.
Rey.

As gaming, my lord.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar-
relling,
Drabbing:-You may go so far.

Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the
charge.

That they may seem the taints of liberty:
The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;
A savageness? in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.

Look

Rey.
But, my good lord,-
Pol. Wherefore should you do this?
Rey.

I would know that.

(1) Danes.

(3) Already named.

VOL. II.

Pol.
Marry, sir, here's my drift;
And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant:
You laying these slight sullies on my son,
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'the working,
Mark you,

Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the prenominate3 crimes,
The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd,
He closes with you in this consequence;
Good sir, or so; or friend, or gentleman,-
According the phrase, or the ddition,
Of man, and country.

(2) Wildness.

Pol.

You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency;

What said he?
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me
hard;

That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so Then goes he to the length of all his arm;

quaintly,

And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face,

As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,-
He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound,
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,6
And end his being: That done, he lets me go:
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o'doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me.

Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstacy of love;
Whose violent property foredoes? itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven,
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,-
What, have you given him any hard words of late?
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did com-
mand,
Rey.
Very good, my lord.
I did repe! his letters, and denied
Pol. And then, sir, does he this,-He does-His access to me
What was I about to say?-By the mass, I was
about to say something -Where did I leave?

Rey. At, closes in the consequence.

Pol. At, closes in the consequence, --Ay, marry ;||
He closes with you thus:-I know the gentleman;
I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,
Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as
you say,
There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse
There falling out at tennis: or, perchance,
I saw him enter such a house of sale,
(Videlicet,4 a brothel,) or so forth.-
See you now;

Ay, my lord,

(4) That is to say.

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out;
So, by former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son: You have me, have you not?
Rey. My lord, I have.
Pol.
God be wi' you; fare you well.
Rey. Good my lord,
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Rey. I shall, my lord.

Pol. And let him ply his music.
Rey.
Well, my lord. [Exit.
Enter Ophelia.

Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's the matter?

Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!

Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved5 to his ancle;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
And with a look so piteous in purport,
As if he had been loosed out of hell,
To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy love?

Oph.
But, truly, I do fear it.

My lord, I do not know;

Pol.
That hath made him mad.
I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment,
I had not quoted him: i fear'd, he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jeal-
ousy !

It seems, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger sort
;|| To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
This must be known; which, being kept close,
might move

More grief to hide, than hate to utter love.
Come.

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(6) Body.

SCENE II-A room in the castle. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Attend

ants.

King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern!

Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need we have to use you, did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Since not the exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was: What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from the understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
That,-being of so young days brought up with him;
And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu-

mour,

That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time: so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather,
So much as from occasion you may glean,
Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
That, open'd, lies within our remedy.

Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;

And, sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To show us so much gentry, and good will,
As to expend your time with us a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a king's remembrance.

Ros.
Both
your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.

Guil.

1

But we both obey; And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,2 To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded.

King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.

Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Ro

sencrantz :

and our prac

And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.-Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Guil. Heavens make our presence,
tices,
Pleasant and helpful to him!
Queen.

Ay, amen! [Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and some Attendants.

Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you my good liege,

I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
Both to my God, and to my gracious king:
And I do think (or else this brain of mine
Hunts not the trails of policy so sure
As it hath us'd to do,) that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
Pol. Give first admittance to the embassadors;
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

King Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius. He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; His father's death, and our o'er-hasty marriage. Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius. King. Well, we shall sift him.-Welcome, my good friends!

Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires.
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
But, better look'd into, he truly found
It was against your highness: Whereat griev'd,—
That so his sickness, age, and impotence,
Was falsely borne in hand,6--sends out arrests
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine,
Makes vow before his uncle, never more
To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee;
And his commission, to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack:
With an entreaty, herein further shown,

(1) Complaisance. (2) Utmost exertion. (3) Scent. (4) Dessert.

[Gives a paper That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions, for this enterprise; On such regards of safety, and allowance, As therein are set down.

King.

It likes us well: And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: Most welcome home!

Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure;

Enter Polonius.

Pol. The embassadors from Norway, my good But farewell it, for I will use no art.
lord,
Are joyfully return'd.
King. Thou still hast been the father of good

news.

[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. Pol. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate? What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore,-since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,I will be brief: Your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.

Mad let us grant him then and now remains,
That we find out the cause of this effect;
Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;
For this effect, defective, comes by cause:
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Perpend.

have a daughter; have, while she is mine; Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this: Now gather and surmise. -To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,

That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear. Thus :

In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? (7) Discuss.

(5) Poland. (6) Imposed on.

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Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me : And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear.

King.

But how hath she

Receiv'd his love?
Pol.
What do you think of me?
King. As of a man faithful and honourable.
Pol. I would fain prove so.
But what might
you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing
(As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me,) what might you,
Or dear majesty your queen here, think,
my
If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ;

upon

Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb;
Or look'd this love with idle sight;
What might you think? no, I went round' to work,
And my young mistress thus did I bespeak;
Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere;
This must not be: and then I precepts gave her,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
And he, repulsed (a short tale to make,)
Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;
Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness;
Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves,
And all we mourn for.

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Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away;
I'll board3 him presently :-O, give me leave.-
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.
How does my good lord Hamlet?
Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy.

Pol. Do you know me, my lord?
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Pol. Not I, my lord.

Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest, my lord?

Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Pol. That's very true, my lord.

Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god, kissing carrion,-Have you a daughter?

Pol. I have, my lord.

Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun conception4 is a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive,5friend, look to't.

Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.] Still harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not at first; he said, I was a fishmonger: He is far gone, far gone : and, truly, in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.What do you read, my lord?

Ham. Words, words, words!

Pol. What is the matter, my lord?
Ham. Between who?

Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here, that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward.

Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

Ham. Into my grave?

Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.-How pregnants sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity? could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.-My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal; except my life, except my life, except my life.

Pol. Fare you well, my lord.

Ham. These tedious old fools!

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Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the forgone all custom of exercises. and, indeed, it middle of her favours?

goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly ame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erbanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, nor woman neither; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.

Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my thoughts.

Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, Man delights not me?

Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten' entertainment the players shall receive from you: we coted? them on the way; and hither are they coming, to offer you service.

Guil. Faith, her privates we. Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What news?

Ros. None, my lord, but that the world is grown

honest.

Ham. Then is doomsday near: But your news is not true. Let me question more in particular What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither. Guil. Prison, my lord!

Ham. Denmark's a prison.
Ros. Then is the world one.

Ham A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the worst.

Ros. We think not so, my lord.

Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you: for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it So to me it is a prison

Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one 'tis too narrow for your mind.

Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nutsheil, and count myself a king of infinite space were it not that I have bad dreams.

Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Ham A dream itself is but a shadow. Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow.

Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies: and our monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' shadows: Shall we to the court? for, by my fay,

cannot reason.

Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?

Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welcome; his majesty shall have tribute of me: the adventurous knight shall use his foil, and target: the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace: the clown shall make those laugh, whose lungs are tickled o'the sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't.-What players are they?

Ros. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city.

Ham, How chances it, they travel? their resiIdence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation.

my
thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you
not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free
visitation? Come, come; deal justly with me:
come, come; nay, speak.

Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion Ham. Beggar that am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; and sure, dear friends,eyases,4 that cry out on the top of question,5 and are most tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the fashion; and so berattle the common stages (so they call them,) that many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither.

Guil. What should we say, my lord? Ham. Any thing--but to the purpose. You were sent for: and there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: I know, the good king and queen have

sent for

Ham. What, are they children? who maintains them? how are they escoted ?6 Will they pursue the quality? no longer than they can sin? will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means are no better,) their writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their own succession?

Ham That you must teach me. But let me Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarred them consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our on to controversy: there was, for a while, no money ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a bet-bid for argument, unless the poet and the player ter proposer could charge you withal, be even and went to cuffs in the question. direct with me, whether you were sent for, or no? Ham. Is it possible? Ros. What say you? [To Guildenstern. Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you; [Aside.] if you love me, hold not off.

Guil. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

Ham. Do the boys carry it away?

Guil My lord, we were sent for.

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.9

you.

Ros. To what end, iny lord?

Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so followed? Ros No, indeed, they are not.

Ham How comes it? Do they grow rusty? Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little

Ham I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no eather. I have of late (but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mirth,

(1) Spare.

(2) Overtook.
Become strollers. (4) Young nestlings.
Dialogue.
(6) Paid.

Ham. It is not very strange; for my uncle is king of Denmark, and those, that would make mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty,

(7) Profession. (8) Provoke. (9) i. e. The globe, the sign of Shakspeare's Theatre.

1 Play. What speech, my lord?

forty, fifty, a hundred ducats a-piece, for his pic-straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality ;* ture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this come, a passionate speech. more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. [Flourish of trumpets within. Guil. There are the players. Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands. Come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply2 with you in this garb; lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment than yours. are welcome but my uncle-father, and mother, are deceived.

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas caviare9 to the general :10 but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in such matters, cried in the top!! of mine,) an excellent play; well digested in the scenes, set down You with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, aunt-one said, there were no sallads in the lines, to make the matter savoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite12 the author of affection:13

Guil. In what, my dear lord? Ham. I am but mad north-north-west: when the but called it, an honest method, as wholesome as wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand-saw.sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your memo

Enter Polonius.

Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern;-and you too;ry, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;-at each ear a hearer: that great baby, you see there, is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; for, they say, an old man is twice a child.

Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the players; mark it.-You say right, sir: o'Monday morning 'twas then, indeed.

:

Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.
Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you; When
Roscius was an actor in Rome,-

Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord.
Ham. Buzz, buzz!

Pol. Upon my honour,——— Ham. Then came each actor on his ass, Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral [tragical-historical, tragicalcomical-historical-pastoral,] scene individable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ,3 and the liberty, these are the only men.

Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,-what a treasure hadst thou !

Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord?
Ham. Why-One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Pol. Still on my daughter.
[Aside.
Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah?
Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a
daughter, that I love passing well.

Ham. Nay, that follows not.
Pol. What follows then, my lord?

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,— 'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus.

The rugged Pyrrhus,—he, whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,-
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
Now is he total gules ;14 horridly trick'd15
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons;
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
To their lord's murder: Roasted in wrath, and
fire,

(1) Miniature. (2) Compliment. (3) Writing.
(4) Christmas carols. (5) Fringed.
(6) Defy. (7) Clog. (8) Profession.
(9) An Italian dish, made of the roes of fishes.

And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks;-So proceed you.

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with good accent, and good discretion.

1 Play. Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command: Unequal match'd,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide,
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i'the air to stick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.

But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack16 stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death; anon the dreadful thunder

Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you know, It came to pass, As most like it was,-The first row of the pious chanson4 will show you more; for look, my abridgment comes.

Enter four or five Players.

You are welcome, masters; Welcome, all :-I am
glad to see thee well:-welcome, good friends.-Doth rend the region: So, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Ŏ, old friend! Why, thy face is valenced5 since I A roused vengeance sets him new a-work;
saw thee last; Com'st thou to beard me in Den-And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
mark?-What! my young lady and mistress! By'r-On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,17
lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.7 Pray Now falls on Priam.—
God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be
not cracked with the ring.-Masters, you are all
welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers,
fly at any thing we see: We'll have a speech

Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
In general synod, take away her power;
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
As low as to the fiends!

(10) Multitude. (11) Above. (12) Convict. (13) Affectation. (14) Red. (15) Blazoned. (16) Light clouds. (17) Eternal.

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