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abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.-Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

Hor. What's that, my lord?

Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth?

Hor. E'en so.

Ham. And smelt so ? pah!

Hor. E'en so, my lord.

[Throws down the scull.

Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

Hor. "Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. Ham. No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?

Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away :
O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!

But soft! but soft! aside;-Here comes the king,
Enter Priests, &c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA,
LAERTES and Mourners following; King, Queen, their
Trains, &c.

The queen, the courtiers: Who is this they follow ?
And with such maimed rites ! This doth betcken,
The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate :7

Couch we a while, and mark.

Laer. What ceremony else?
Ham. That is Laertes,

A very noble youth: Mark.
Laer. What ceremony else?

[Retiring with Hor.

1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd

[6] Imperfect obsequies.

[7] Some person of high rank

· JOHNSON.

As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,
Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her:
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,9

Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.'

Laer. Must there no more be done?

1 Priest. No more be done!

We should profane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem, and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

Laer. Lay her i'the earth;

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

May violets spring!-I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,

When thou liest howling.

Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !

Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell!

[Scattering flowers.

I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.

Laer. O, treble woe

Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Depriv'd thee of!--Hold off the earth a while,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms :
[Leaps into the
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead ;
Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.

Ham. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief
Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand

grave.

[8] Broken pots, or tiles, called pot-sherds, tile-sherds. So, in Job ii. 8. "And he took him a potsherd (i. e. a piece of a broken pot) to scrape himself withal."

RITSON.

[9] I have been informed by an anonymous correspondent, that crunts is the German word for garlands, and I suppose it was retained by us from the Saxons. To carry garlands before the bier of a maiden, and to hang them over her grave, is still the practice in rural parishes. JOHNSON.

[1] Burial, here signifies interment in consecrated ground. WARBURTON. [2] A requiem is a mass performed in Popish churches for the rest of the soul of a person deceased.

STEEVENS.

Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I,

Hamlet the Dane.

[Leaps into the grave, Laer. The devil take thy soul ! [Grappling with him. Ham. Thou pray'st not well.

I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenetive and rash, .
Yet have I in me something dangerous,

Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand.
King. Pluck them asunder.

Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet!

All. Gentlemen,

Hor. Good my lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.

Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

Queen. O my son! what theme?

Ham. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love
Make up my sum.-What wilt thou do for her?
King. O, he is mad, Laertes.

Queen. For love of God, forbear him..

Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do :

Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself?

Woul't drink

up Esil ? eat a crocodile ? I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave?

Be buried quick with her, and so will I :

And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

Queen. This is mere madness :

And thus a while the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,

When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,'
His silence will sit drooping.

Ham. Hear you, sir;

[3] Weisel is a considerable river which falls into the Baltic ocean. STEEVENS. [4] The young nestlings of the pigeon, when first disclosed, are callow, only covered with a yellow down; and for that reason stand in need of being cherished by the warmth of the hen, to protect them from the chilness of the ambient air, for a considerable time after they are hatched. HEATI

What is the reason that you use me thus ?
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.-

[Exit.

[Exit. HoR.

Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;

[TO LAERTES

We'll put the matter to the present push.-
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-
This grave shall have a living monument :
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.

A Hall in the Castle.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.

Ham. So much for this, sir : now shall you see the

other ;

You do remember all the circumstance?

Hor. Remember it, my lord!

Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay

Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.

Rashly,

And prais'd be rashness for it,-Let us know,

Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,

When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will.3

Hor. That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin,

My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal

[4] Mutines---the French word for seditious or disobedient fellows in the army or fleet. Bilboes---the ship's prison. JOHNSON.

See Illustrations.

[5] Hamlet, delivering an account of his escape, begins with saying, That be rashly--and then is carried into a reflection upon the weakness of human wis dom. I rashly------praised be rashness for it------Let us not think these events casual, but let us know, take notice and remember, that we sometimes succeed by indiscretion, when we fail by deep plots, and infer the perpetual superintendance and agency of the Divinity. The observation is just, and will be allowed by every numan being, who shall reflect on the course of his own life. JOHNSON.

Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
A royal knavery; an exact command,―
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
With, ho such bugs and goblins in my life,
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,"
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.

Hor. Is't possible?

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.

But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?

Hor. Ay, beseech you.

Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies,

Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play ;-I sat me down ;
Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair :
I once did hold it, as our statists do,"

A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service.'

The effect of what I wrote ?

Hor. Ay, good my lord.

Wilt thou know

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,-As England was his faithful tributary ;

As love between them like the palm might flourish ; peace should still her wheaten garland wear,

As

And stand a comma 'tween their amities;

And many such like as's of great charge,2—
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more, or less,

[6] With such causes of terror, rising from my character and designs. JOHNSON. A bug was no less a terrific being than a goblin. We call it at present a bugbear. STEEVENS.

[7] Bated, for allowed.

WARBURTON.

18 Or, in old English, signified before. MALONE. 19] A statist is a statesman.

STEEVENS.

Most of the great men of Shakespeare's times, whose autographs have been preserved, wrote very bad hands; their secretaries very neat ones. BLACKSTONE. "I have, in my time, (says Montaigne) seene some, who by writing did earnestly get both their titles and living, to disavow their apprentissage, marre their pen, and affect the ignorance of so vulgar a qualitie." Florio's translation, 1603, p. 125 RITSON.

[1] This yeomanly qualification was a most useful servant, or yeoman to me; that is, did me eminent service. The ancient yeomen were famous for their mili tary valour. STEEVENS.

[2] Asses heavily loaded. A quibble is intended between as the conditional par ticle, and ass the beast of burthen. JOHNSON.

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