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Hyperion to a Satyr: fo loving to my mother,
8 That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven
Vifit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Muft I remember?.

him,

Why, fhe would hang on

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month-
Let me not think on't-Frailty, thy name is Woman!
A little month; or ere thofe fhoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears :-Why fhe, even fhe-

O heaven! a beaft, that wants difcourfe of reafon, Would have mourn'd longer-married with my uncle,

My father's brother; but no more like my father,
Than I to Hercules. Within a month-
Ere yet the falt of moft unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes-
She married.-Oh, moft wicked speed, to poft
With fuch dexterity to incefluous fheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good:

But break, my heart; for I muft hold my tongue!

By the Satyr is meant Pan, as by Hyperion, Apollo. Pan and Apollo were brothers, and the allufion is to the contention bethofe two gods for the preference in mufick. WARBURTON. $ In former editions,

That be permitted not the winds of heaven] This is a fophiftical reading, copied from the players in fome of the modern editions, for want of understanding the poet, whofe text is corrupt in the old impreffions: all of which that I have had the fortune to fee, concur in reading;

So loving to my mother,

That he might not beteene the winds of heaven
Vifit her face too roughly.

Beteene is a corruption without doubt, but not fo inveterate a one, but that, by the change of a fingle letter, and the feparation of two words miftakenly jumbled together, I am verily perfuaded, I have retrieved the poet's reading-That be might not let e'en the winds of heaven, &c. THEOBALD.

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Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.

Hor. Hail to your lordship!

Ham. I am glad to fee you well: Horatio,or I do forget myself?

Hor. The fame, my lord, and your poor fervant

ever.

Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you 9.

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And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus!

Mar. My good lord.

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Ham. I am very glad to fee you; good Even, Sir.
—But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. A truant difpofition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor fhall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it trufter of your own report
Against yourself. I know, you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elfinour?

We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to fee your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-ftudent;
I think, it was to fee my mother's wedding.

Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd

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what make you] A familiar phrase for what art you doing. JOHNSON.

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good Even, Sir.] So the copies. Sir Th. Hanmer and Dr. Warburton put it, good morning. The alteration is of no importance, but all licence is dangerous. There is no need of any change. Between the firft and eighth fcene of this act it is apparent, that a natural day muft pafs, and how much of it is already over, there is nothing that can determine. The king has held a council. It may now as well be evening as morning. JOHNSON.

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables.
'Would I had met my 3 dearest foe in heaven,
Or ever I had feen that day, Horatio!

My father methinks, I fee my father.
Hor. Oh where, my lord?

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Hor. I faw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, * I fhall not look upon his like again.

Hor. My lord, I think, I faw him yefternight.
Ham. Saw! who?

Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. The king my father!

Hor. 5 Seafon your admiration but a while,
With an attent ear; 'till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

This marvel to you.

Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear.

Her. Two nights together had thefe gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead waste and middle of the night,

3 Deareft, for direft, moft dreadful, most dangerous.

JOHNSON. Deareft fignifies most confequential, important. So in Romeo

and Juliet:

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"In dear employment." So in Timon:

"In our dear peril."

Again in Twelfth Night:

"Whom thou in terms fo bloody and fo dear
"Haft made thine enemies."

So in K. Hen. IV. P. 1.

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Which art my nearest and dearest enemy.”

STEEVENS.

4 Ifhall not look upon his like again.] Mr. Holt proposes to read from Sir

Samuel's emendation,

Eye fhall not look upon his like again;" and thinks it is more in the true fpirit of Shakespeare than the other. STEEVENS.

5 Seafon your admiration] That is, temper it. JOHNSON.

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Been thus encounter'd. A figure like

your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pé,
Appears before them, and with folemn march
Goes flow and ftately by them: thrice he walk'd,
By their oppreft and fear-furprized eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilft they, distill'd
Almoft to jelly 6 with the act of fear,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him.
In dreadful fecrefy impart they did;

This to me

And I with them, the third night, kept the watch:
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes.
I knew your father:

Thefe hands are not more like.

Ham. But where was this?

Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

Ham. Did you not speak to it?

Hor. My lord, I did;

But anfwer made it none: yet once, methought,

It lifted up its head, and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak :

But, even then, the morning cock crew loud;
And at the found it fhrunk in hafte away,
And vanish'd from our fight.

with the ACT of fear,] Shakespeare could never write fo improperly as to call the paffion of fear, the act of fear. Without doubt the true reading is,

Fear is

-with TH' EFFECT of fear. WARBURTON. Here is an attestation of fubtilty without accuracy. every day confidered as an agent. Fear laid hold on him; fear drove him away. If it were proper to be rigorous in examining trifles, it might be replied, that Shakefpeare would write more erroneously, if he wrote by the direction of this critick; they were not diftilled, whatever the word may mean, by the effect of fear; for that diftillation was itfelf the effect; fear was the caufe, the active caufe, that diffilled them by that force of operation which we ftrictly call at involuntary, and power in involuntary agents, but popularly call a in both. But of this too much. JOHNSON.

Ham.

Ham. 'Tis very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?

Both. We do, my lord.

Ham. Arm'd, fay you?

Both. Arm'd, my lord.

Ham. From top to toe?

Both. My lord, from head to foot.

Ham. Then faw you not his face?

Hor. Oh, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?

Hor. A countenance more in forrow than in

anger.

Ham. Pale, or red?

Hor. Nay, very pale.

Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you ?

Hor. Moft conftantly.

Ham. I would I had been there.

Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.

Ham. Very like, very like: ftaid it long?

Hor. While one with moderate hafte might tell a hundred.

Both. Longer, longer.

Hor. Not when I faw it.

Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? No?

Hor. It was, as I have feen it in his life,

A fable filver'd.

Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance, 'twill walk again.

Hor. I warrant you, it will.

Ham. If it affume my noble father's perfon,
I'll speak to it, though hell itfelf fhould gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
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