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P. QUEEN. * Nor earth to give me food, nor
heaven light! Sport and repose lock from me, day, and night! [fo desperation turn my trust and hope ! An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope !) Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever i be wife! HAM. If she should break it now,
[To Ophelia. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me
here a while; My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.
(Sleeps. P. QUEEN.
Sleep rock thy brain ; And never come mischance between us twain !
[Erit. HAM. Madam, how like you this play?
Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
HAM. O, but she'll keep her word.
you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?
HAM. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest ; no offence i'the world.
King. What do you call the play?
HAM. The mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropi. cally. (54) This play is the image of a murder (55) done
• The folio of 1632 has, as the quartos, Queen for PlayerQueen throughout, instead of Bap.
• Nor earth to give me food, nor] “Be there neither earth, &c. nor, &c.” The quarto, 1604, reads “ to me give." the argument] The subject matter. See Ophelia, supra.
in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name ; his wife, Baptista :(56) you shall see anon; 'tis á knavish piece of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not : Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un. wrung.
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
Oph. You are a good chorus, my lord. *
your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.
Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge.
Oph. Still better, and worse.d * your, 4tos.
ILAM. So you mistake [your*] husbands. (59) Begin, murderer ; Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come;
The croaking raven
a You are a good chorus, my lord] The quartos read “ as good as a." Mr. Henley observes, the use to which Shakespeare converted a chorus, may be seen in H. V. the puppets dallying] The agitations of your bosom.
SEYMOUR. e lake off my edge]
“ When thou shalt be disedged by her
That now thou tirist on.” Cymb. 101. 4. Imogen. • Still belter, and worse] More keen and less decorous.
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds a collected,
[Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago : the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife.
Oph. The king rises.
[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. HAM. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play:
get * So, 4tos.
raced, 1623, me a fellowship in a' cry of players, (62) sir ?
HOR. Half a share. (63)
This realm dismantled was
* midnight weeds ]
let the strucken deer go weep] See As You, &c. i Lord. I. 1.
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very-Paiocke. (65)
HAM. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?
Hor. Very well, my lord.
HAM. Ah, ha! Come, some musick; come, the recorders.
For if the king like not the comedy,
Enter Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN.
Come, some musick.
Guil, Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
HAM. Sir, a whole history.
HAM. With drink, sir?
Ham, Your wisdom should show itself more richer,* to signify this to the doctor ; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler.
• Why then, belike,--he likes it not, perdie] Perdie, or perdy,
Dieu : and thus he balks the conclusion, or consequence, as just before he had balked the rhyme.
Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
HAM. I am tame, sir :-pronounce.
GUIL. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.
HAM. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of
business. HAM. Sir, I cannot. Guil. What, my lord ?
Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother : therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother, you say,
Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration.
HAM. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you
in her closet, ere you go to bed.
HAM. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us ?"
Ros. My lord, you once did love me,
HAM. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. (67)
Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of dis
• trade with us] Occasion of intercourse.