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Queen. Alas! he's mad.
(chide, / For use almost can change the stamp of nature ;
And when you are desirous to be blest,
rdo: But, look! amazement on thy mother sits: Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you O step between her and her fighting soul ! Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; Pinch wanton on your check; call you his Speak to her, Hamlet.
mouse ; Ham. How is it with you, lady?
And let him for a pair of reechy kisses, Queen. Alas! how is it with you,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd finThat you do bend your eye on vacancy,
Make you to ravel all this matter out, gers, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? That I essentially am not in madness, [know. Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
breath, Starts up and stands on end. (), gentle son, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper What thou hast said to me. Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? Ham. I must to England, you know that? “Ham. On him ! on him! look you how pale Queen. Alack, I had forgot; he glares!
[stones, 'Tis so concluded on His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to Ham. There's letters seal'd; and my two Would make them capable. Do not look on me, schoolfellows, Lest, with this piteous action, you convert Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, My stern effects: then, what I have to do They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my Will want true color; 'tears, perchance, for
way, Queen. To whom do you speak this? [blood. And marshal me to knavery: let it work; Ham. Do you see nothing there?
For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Pointing to the Ghost. Hoist with his own petard: and it shall go hard, Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. But I will delve one yard below their mines, Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?
And blow them at the moon. Queen No, nothing, but ourselves.
Hamlet's Reflections on his own Irresolution. Ham. Why, look you there! look how it How all occasions do inform against me, steals away!
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
If his chief good and market of his time Look, where he goes, even now, out at the | Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. portal.
Exit Ghost. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Queen This is the very coinage of your brain: Looking before and after, gave us not This boduless creation ecstasy
That capability and god-like reason Is very cunning in.
To fust in us unus'd: now, whether it be "Ham. Ecstasy!
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep ..me, Of thinking too precisely on the event, And inakes as healthful music: it is not madness (A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one That I have ulter'd ; bring me to the test,
part wisdom, And I the matter will re-word: which madness and ever three parts coward), I do not know Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and That not your trespass, but my madness speaks :
means, It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Witness, this army, of such mass, and charge, Infects uuseen -Confess yourself to heaven; Led by a delicate and tender prince, Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Whose spirit with divine ambition pust, Queen. 0 Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart | Makes mouths at the invisible event; in twain.
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, Ham. (), throw away the worser part of it, To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, And live the purer with the other half. Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great, Good night but go not to my uncle's bed : | Is, not to stir without great argument; Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
| But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, That mionster Custom, who all sense doth eat | When honor's at the stake. How stand I then, Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, That to the use of actions fair and good Excitements of my reason and my blood, He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
Jnd let all sleep? while to my shame I see That aptly is put on : refrain to night;
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, And that shall lend a kind of easiness
That, for a phantasy, and trick of fame, To the next abstinence: the next more easy : Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Shall daub her lips with her own children's
Of hostile paces: Those opposed eyes,
Did lately meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery,
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
Son Prince Henry.
Yea, there thou mak'st nie sad and mak’st me
In envy, that my lord Northumberland [sin ples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
Should be the father of so blest a son: But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call
A son, who is the theme of honor's tongue; them :
Amongst a grove the very straightest plant; There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
| Who is sweet Fortune's minion, and her pride:
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
| See riot and dishonor stain the brow Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread
Of my young Harry. wide
Prince Henry's Soliloquy.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
| Who doth permit the base contagious clouds L'ato that element; but long it could not be, To smother up his beauty from the world; Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
| That, when he please again to be himself, Pulld the poor wretch from her melodious lay Being wanted, he may more be wonder'd at, To muddy death.
| By breaking through the foul and ugly mists A spotless Virgin buried.
| Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. Lay her i' the earth; | if all the year were playing holidays, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
To sport would be as tedious as to work ; May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
| But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,
come, When thou liest howling.
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised ;
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
My reformation, glittring o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Redeeming time, when men think least I will.
Hotspur's Description of a finical Courtier.
But, I remember, when the fight was done, The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, "Now the King drinks to Hamlet.” [earth;
Cane there a certain lord, neat, trimly drest,
Show'd like a stubble land at harvest-home: 19. THE FIRST PART OF HENRY IV. He was perfumed like a milliner;
SHAKSPEARE. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet box, which ever and anon
stalk'd, To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. Took it in snuff - And still he smild and No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil And, as the soldiers bare dead bodies by, intende a
here the hagans in those not the came toen an. . These Hesiastical Wheef '40w h en. . i
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, On some great sudden haste. 0, what porTo bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
tents are these? Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, With many holiday and lady terms
And I must know it, else he loves me not. He question d me; among the rest, demanded , Prodigies ridiculed. My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I cannot blame him: at my nativity, I ihen, all smarting with my wounds, being | The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, [cold, Of burning cressets; and, at my birth, Out of my grief and my impatience
The frame and huge foupdation of the earth Answer'd neglectingly I know not what; Shak'd like a coward. Heshouldor heshould not; for he made me mad, Ilot. Why so it would have done To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, At the same season, if your mother's cat and talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Hadkitten'd-tho' yourself had ne'er been bom. Of guns, and druins, and wounds (God save the mark !)
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth | In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth Was parmacity, for an inward bruise; Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd, And that it was great pity, so it was,
| By the imprisoning of unruly wind That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Within her womb; which, for enlargement Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
striving, Which inany a good tall fellow had destroy'd Shakes the old beldame Earth, and topples down So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, Steeples and moss-grown towers. He would himself have been a soldier.
On miserable Rhymers.
I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew, Danger.
Than one of these same metre-ballad-mongers; I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ;
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, As full of peril and advent'rous spirit,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; As to o'erwalk a current, roaring loud,
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag. Honor. By heaven, inethinks it were an easy lear,
Punctuality in Bargain. To pluck bright Honor from the pale-fac'd
I'll give thrice so much land Or dive into the bottom of the deep, 'moon;
To any well-deserving friend; Where fathoin-line could never touch the
But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. ground, And pluck up drowned Honor by the locks; A Husband sung to Sleep by a fair Wife. So he that doth redeem her thence, Inight wear
She bids you Without co-rival all her dignities.
Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, Lady Perry's pathetic Speech to her Husband. And on your eye-lids crown the go of sleep,
O my good lord, why are you thus alone? Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness : For what offence have I, this fortnight, becn Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? As is the difference betwixt day and night, Tell me, sweet lord, what is it takes from thee | The hour before the heavenly harness'd team Thy stoinach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Begins his golden progress in the east. Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth, King Henry the IVth to his Son. And start so often when thou siti'st alone? Had I so lavish of my presence been, Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thycheeks: So common hackney'd in the eyes of rned, And giv'n my treasures, and my rights of thee, So stale and cheap to vulgar company, To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy? Opinion, that did help me to the crown, In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd, Had still kept loyal to possession; And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars; And left me in reputeless banishment, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. Cry, “ Courage! to the field !" and thou hast By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Of sallies, and retires; oftrenches, tents, (talk'd | But, like a comet, I was wondered at; (he." Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;
That men would tell their children; « This is Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
Others would say, “ Where? which is BoOf prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
Jinbroke?" And all the currents of a heady fight.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And dress'd myself in such humility, And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: Even in the presence of the crowned king. And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; Such as we sec when men restrain their breath My presence; like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen but wondered at: and so my state, | As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
- Let them come:
| To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh, Grew a companion to the common streets, | And yet not ours: Come, let me take my horse, Enfeofted himself to popularity :
Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt, That, being daily swallowed by men's eyes, Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales : They surfeited with honey; and began Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Toloathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. More than a little is by much too much. 10, that Glendower were come! So, when he had occasion to be seen,
Prince Henry's modest Challenge. He was but as the cuckow is in June,
- Tell your nephew, Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world As, sick and blunted with community, | In praise of Henry Percy; by my hopes Afford no extraordinary gaze,
This present enterprise set off his head Such as is bent op sun-like majesty
| I do not think, a braver gentleman, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes : More active-valiant, or more valiant, young, But rather drows'd, and hung their eye-lids | More daring, or more bold, is now alive, down,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds. Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect For my part, I may speak it to my shame, As cloudy men use to their adversaries; [full. I hare a truant been to chivalry; Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and And so I hear he doth account me too: Prince Henry's modest Defence of himself. Yet this before my father's majesty
God forgive them, that so much have I am content that he shall take the odds sway'd
Of his great name and estimation; Yoar inajesty's good thoughts away from me! And will, to save the blood on either side, I will redeem all this on Percy's head, Try fortune with him in a single fight. And, in the closing of some glorious day,
Prince Henry's pathetic Speech on the Death Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
of Hotspur. When I will wear a garment all of blood,
-Brave Percy-fare thee well, great heart! And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
| Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame
I shrunk! with it.
When that this body did contain a spirit, And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound; That this same child of honor and renown,
But now, two paces of the vilest earth This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
Is room enough :-This earth that bears thee And your unthought of Harry chance to meet:
Bears not alive, so stout a gentleman. [dead, For ev'ry honor sitting on his helm, Would they were multitudes; and on my head I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
If thou wert sensible of courtesy, My shames redoubled : for the time will come Rurler
But let my favors hide thy mangled face ; That I shall make this northern youth exchange
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself, His glorious deeds for my indignities.
For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
| Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, And I will call him to so strict account,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph! That he shall render every glory up,
Life demands Action. Yea, even the slighest worship of his time,
10, gentlemen, the time of life is short; Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
To spend that shortness basely, were too long, This, in the name of God, I promise here:
If life did ride upon a dial's point, The which, if he be pleas'd I shall perform,
Suill ending at the arrival of an hour. I do beseech your majesty may salve The long grown wounds of my intemperance: li not, the end of life cancels all bonds; 1980. THE 20 PART OF HENRY IV. And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
SHAXSPEARE Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
I, FROM the orient to the drooping west, I saw young Harry-with his beaver on, Making the wind my post horse, still unfold His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd. The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Rise from the ground, like feather's Mercury, Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; And vaulted with such ease into his seat, The which in ev'ry language I pronounce;
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And let this world no longer be a stage And of so easy and so plain a stop,
To feed contention in a ling'ring act; That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain The still discordant wavering multitude, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Can play upon it.
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, Contention.
And darkness be the burier of the dead. - Contention, like a horse
The Fickleness of the Vulgar. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, An habitation giddy and unsure And bears down als before him.
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Post-Messenger.
O thou fond many; with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Boling—After him, came, spurring hard, A gentlemen almost forespent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse:
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be! He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
And, being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, I I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. He told me, that rebellion had ill luck,
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up... And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold :
On Sleep With that, he gave his able horse the head,
-- gentle sleep, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Against the panting sides of his poor jade
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids Up to the rowel head; and, starting so, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! (down, He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Why rather, 'sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Staying no longer question.
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, [slumber;
And hush'd 'with buzzing night-Alies to thy Messenger with ill News.
Than in the perfum'd chanıbers of the great, Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Under the canopies of costly state, Foretels the nature of a tragic volume:
And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? So looks the strond whereon th’imperious flood thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Hath left a witness d usurpation. [cheek In loathsome beds; and leay'st the kingly couch,
Thou tremblest : and the whiteness in thy A watch-case, or a common larann-bell? Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, In cradle of the rude imperious surge; Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And in the visitation of the winds, And would have told him half his Troy was Who take the ruffian billows by the top, burn'd.
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging I see a strange confession in thine eye:
them Thou shak'st thy head; and hold 'st it fear or sin, | With deaf'ning clamors in the slippery clouds, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? The tongue offends not that reports his death : Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; Not he, which says the dead is not alive. And, in the calmest and the stillest night, Yet the first hringer of unwelcome news With all appliances and means to boot, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue | Deny it to a king? Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
The Character of King Henry V. ly his Father.
He is gracious if he be observ'd; Greater griefs destroy the less. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Open as day for melting charity : Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's Aint; Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
As humorous as winter, and as sudden Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, As Alaws congealed in the spring of day. Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with His temper, therefore, must be well obsery'd : grief,
nice crutch ;Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, Are thrice themselves : Hence therefore, thou When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, But, being moody, give him line and scope : Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, quoif;
Confound themselves with working.