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From the fair forehead of an innocent love, . sets, 4tos. And makes * a blister there ;(83) makes marriage

As false as dicer's oaths: 0, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul;* and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act."

Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? (84)
HAM. Look here, upon this picture, and on

this ; (85)
The counterfeit presentment (86) of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury, (87)
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband.—Look you now, what

Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
So Atos, Blasting his wholesome brother *.

Have you

1633, 32.


As from the body of contraction plucks

The very soul] Annihilates the very principle of contracts.

Heaven's face-Yea this solidity-
With tristful visage, -

Is thought-sick at the act.] The face of heaven looks
heated, as if abashed; and this massive compound, the earth,
with heavy looks, as on the approach of the day of doom, is dis-
quieted and disordered at the thought of what is done.
The quartos read,

" O'er this solidity, &c.
“ With heated visage.”

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor ?(88) Ha! have you eyes ?
You cannot call it, love: for, at your age,
The hey-day in the blood (89) is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; And what judg.

ment Would step from this to this ? [Sense, sure, you

have, Else, could you not have motion: (90) But, sure,

that sense Is apoplexed: for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,com) To serve in such a difference.) What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? (92) [Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.") O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine (93) in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge 35 Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.(94) QUEEN.

O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.c

80 mope] Be so blind and stupid. See Temp. last sc. Boatsw.

gives the charge] Gives the signal for attack. Seymour.

* As will not leave their tinct] So died in grain, that they will not relinquish or lose their tinct are not to be discharged. In a sense not very dissimilar he presently says,

« Then what I have to do Will want true colour."



Nay, but to live ,
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed ;
Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love
Over the nasty stye;-

O, speak to me no more ;
These words, like daggers enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet.

A murderer, and a villain :
A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent lord :--a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,

put it in his pocket!

No more.


Enter Ghost.

A king

Of shreds and patches: (97)
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious

QUEEN. Alas, he's mad.

HAM. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsd in time and passion,(9) lets go by
The important acting of your dread command ?
O, say!

Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits :
O, step between her and her fighting soul;
Conceit (99) in weakest bodies strongest works;
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Hлм. .

How is it with you, lady? QUEEN. Alas, how is't with you; do bend, That you bend * your eye on vacancy,

And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?

thus you
bend, 1632.

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping, soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, 100)
Start up, and stand on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do


look? HAM. On him! on him !-Look you, how

pale he glares ! His forin and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.-- (101 Do not look upon

me; Lest, with this piteous action, you convert My stern effects ::10) then what I have to do Will want true colour ; tears, perchance, for

blood. QUEEN. To whom do you speak this? HAM.

Do you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see. HAM. Nor did you nothing hear? QUEEN,

No, nothing, but ourselves. HAM. Why, look you there! look, how it steals


My father, in his habit as he lived !a
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

[Exit Ghost.
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.(103)

HAM. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful musick: It is not madness, That I have uttered: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness

* My father, in his habit as he lived] In the habit he was ac, customed to wear when living.

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Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks :
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place ; (104)
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on* the weeds,
To make them rank *. Forgive me this my

For in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
Yea, curb (105) and woo, for leave to do him good.
QUEEN. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in

HAM. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
[That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this ; (106)
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on:] Refrain to-night;
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence : [the next more easy ::
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And maister107) the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency.) Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

[Pointing to Polonius.

gambol from] Start away from.
b the next more easy] i. e. will become more, &c.

And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

I'll blessing beg of you] When you are desirous to receive a blessing from heaven (which you cannot, seriously, till you reform) I will beg to receive a blessing from you.

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