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know, It came to pass, As most like it was --The first row of the pious chanson' will show you more; for look, my abridgmento comes.
Enter four or five Players. You are welcome, masters; welcome, all:—I am glad to see thee well : welcome, good friends. -0, old friend! Why, thy face is valanced since I saw thee last; Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark ?-What! my young lady and mistress! By-'r-lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. 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 straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality; come, a passionate speech.
1 Pl. What speech, my lord ?
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 caviare to the general :: but it was an excellent play; well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. 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 memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;
The rugged Pyrrhus, like th’Hyrcanian beast,'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus.
The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms,
· A kind of Christmas carol. . Those who will shorten my talk. 3 Fringed with a beard. ,
4 A high shoe worn by the Italians.
Now is he total gules ;' horridly trick'da
Pol. Fore (heaven !] my lord, well spoken; with good accent, and good discretion.
1 Pl. Anon he finds him
Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.-
1 Pl. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled queenHam. The mobled queen? Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good.
1 Pl. Run barefoot up and down, threať ning the With bisson rheum ;4 a clout upon that head, [flames Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe, About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins, A blanket, in th' alarm of fear caught up.
Pol. Look, whether he has not turned his colour, and has tears in's eyes.—Prythee, no more.
Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the
A term in heraldry signifying red. 3 huddled, grossly covered.
? smeared, painted. 4 blinding tears.
time: After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live.
Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: Use every man after his desert, and who shall ’scape whipping. Use them after your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs.
[Éxit Polonius with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow.-Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago?
1 Pl. Ay, my lord.
Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't? could you not?
1 Pl. Ay, my lord.
Ham. Very well.—Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player. ]—My good friends, (To ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN,] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord !
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am alone 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion,
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
The ears of all mankind.
Play something like the murder of my father,
SCENE I.-A room in the castle.
Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA,
ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded;
Did he receive you well ?
Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply.
* search him, observe him. : turn pale.