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Ham. Buz, buz.
Pol. Vppon my honor.
Ham. Then came each actor on his asse.

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastorall, pastorall-comicall, historical-pastorall, seeme * indeuidable, or poem vnlimited. Seneca cannot bee too heauy, nor Plautus too light for the lawe of writ, and the liberty : these are the onely men.

Ham. O leptha iudge of Ifraell, what a treasure hadft thou ? Pol. What a treasure had he my lord ?

Ham. Why one faire daughter and no more, the which hee loued passing well.

Pol. Still on my daughter.
Ham. Am I not i'th right old lepthat?
Pol. What followes then my lord ?

Ham. Why as by lot God wot, and then you know it came to passe, as most like it was; the first rowe of the pious I chanfon will show you more, for looke where my abridgment comes.

Enter the players. Ham. You are welcome maisters, welcome all, I am glad to see thee well, welcome good friends, oh old friend, why thy face is valanc'd since I saw thee laft, com 'st thou to beard me in Dēmark? what my young lady and mistris, by s lady your ladishippe is nerer to heauen, then when I saw you last by the altitude of a chopine, pray God your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold, bee not crackt within the ring : maisters you are all welcome, weele ento't like friendly faukners, fie at any thing we see, weele haue a speech straite, come giue Ýs a taste of your quality, come a pasfionate speech.

* scene, + Here the two following speeches are omitted which are found in the firft copy. Pol. If you call me leptha my lord, I baue a daugbter obai I loue paling evell, Ham. Nay that followes not. pans.



Player. What speech my good lord?

Ham. I heard thee speake me a speech once, but it was ne uer acted, or if it was, not a boue once, for the play I remember pleafd not the million, e’was cauiary to the general, but it was as I receiued it and others, whose iudgments in fuch matters cried in the top of mine, an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, fer downe with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one fayd there were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter fauory, nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection, but cald it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome then fine: one speech in't I chiefly lou'd, t'was Æneas talke to Dida, and there about of it especially when he speakes of Priams Naughter, if it liue in your memory begin at this line, let me fee, let me fee, the rugged Pyrrhus like th'Ircanian beast, tis not * it begins with Pyrrhus. The rugged Pirrhus, hee

whole fable armes,
Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble,
When hee lay couched in th' ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
With heraldy more dismall head to foote,
Now is hee totall gules, horridly trickt
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
Bak'd and embafted + with the parching streetes
Than lend a tirranous and a damned light
To their lords murther, rosted in wrath and fire,
And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbunckles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandfire Priam seekes; fo proceed you.

Pol. Foregod my lord well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

Play. Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greckes, his anticke sword

* not for


Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals,
Repugnant to command ; vnequall matcht,
Pirrhus at Priam driues, in rage strikes wide,
But with the whiffe and wind of his fell sword,
Th' vnnerued father falls :
Seeming to feele this blow, with Aaming top
Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious crash
Takes prisoner Pirrhus eare, for lo his sword
Which was declining on the milkie head
Of reuerent Priam, seem'd i'th ayre to stick,
So as a painted cirant Pirrhus stood
Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
Did nothing :
But as wee often see against some storme,
A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
The bould winds speechlesse, and the orbe belowe
As hulh as death, anone the dreadfull thunder
Doth rend the region, so after Pirrhus pause,
A rowsed vengeance fets him new a worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
On Marses * armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
With lesse remorse then Pirrhus bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out thou strumpet fortune ! all you gods,
In generall sinod take away her power,
Breake all the spokes, and folles + from her wheele,
And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen
As lowe as to the fiends.

Polo. This is too long.

Ha. It shal to the barbers with your beard ; prethee say on, he's for a iig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, fay on, come to Hecube.

Play. But who, a f woe, had seene the mobled queen.

Mars bis,

felloes, follies, fellowes.

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Ham. The mobled queene.
Polo. That's good.

Play. Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning the flames
With bison rhume, a clout vpon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lanck and all ore-teamed loynes,
A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp.
Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounc'd ;
But if the gods themselues did see her then,
When she saw Pirhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husbands limmes,
The instant burst of clamor that she made,
Volesse things mortall mooue them not at all,
Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
And passion in the gods.

Pol. Looke where he has not turned his collour, and has teares in's eyes prethee no more.

Ham. Tis well, Ile haue the speake out the rest of this foone, good my lord will you see the players well bestowed ; doe you heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe chronicles of the time ; after your death you were better haue a bad epitaph then their ill report while you live.

Pol. My lord, I will vse them according to their desert.

Ham. Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his defert, and who shall scape whipping, vse them after your owne honour and dignity, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in your bounty. Take them in.

Pol. Come sirs.

Ha. Follow him friends, weele here a play to morrow; doft thou heare me old friend, can you play the murther of Gon


Play. I my lord,


Ham. Weele hau't * to morrow night, you could for need ftudy a speech of fome dosen lines, or fixteene lines, which I would set downe and insert in't : could you notei?

Play. I my lord.

Ham. Very well, follow that lord, and looke you mocke him not. My good friends, Ile leaue you till night, you are welcome to Eyoncure.

Exeunt Pol, and players. Rof. Good my lord.

Exit t. Ham. I so, God buy to you, now I am alone, O what a rogue and pesant Naue am I! Is it not monstrous that this player heere But in a fixion, in a dreame of passion Could force his soule so to his owne conceit That from her working all the visage wand, Teares in his eyes, distraction in his afpect, A broken voyce, and his whole function suting With formes to his conceit; and all for nothing, For Hecuba. What's Hecuba to him, or he to her, That he should weepe for her ? what would he doe Had he the motiue, and that for passion That I haue ? he would drowne the stage with teares, And cleaue the generall eare with horrid fpeech, Make mad the guilty and appeale † the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed, The very faculties of eyes and eares ; yet I, A dull and muddy mettled raskall peake, Like lohn-a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing ; no not for a king, Vpon whose property and most deare life, A damn'd defeate was made : am I a coward, Who calls me villaine, breakes my pate a crosse,

Exeunt. appale.



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