Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France, of the best rank and station, Hamlet. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Horatio. Hamlet. Ay, marry, is't: Is it a custom ? But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born,-it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.Sc. 4. Ghost. O! Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; And prey on garbage. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.-(Exit).-Sc. 5. Than is dreamt of in your philosophy.-Id. To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, Polonius. My liege and madam, to expostulate Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, Queen. More matter, with less art. Polonius. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true.... --Sc. 2. Polonius. What do you read, my lord ? Hamlet. Words, words, words! Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who? Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here, that old men have grey beards: that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, should be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. Polonius. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. (Aside). Will you walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out of the air.-How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of.-Id. Hamlet. I have of late (but, wherefore, I know not), lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise: and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory: this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.-Id. Hamlet. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust ?—Id. Hamlet. I am but mad north-north-west; when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.-Id. Hamlet. 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; A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ?-Id. Hamlet. To be, or not to be, that is the question: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; And, by opposing, end them ?-To die,-to sleep,- That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation To sleep! perchance to dream;-ay, there's the rub; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; Ophelia. O! what a noble mind is here o'erthrown; The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers!—Id. Hamlet. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, tripplingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings: who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herod's Herod : Pray you avoid it. . . Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action: with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at first and now, was, and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.-Sc. 2. Hamlet. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. Horatio. O! my dear lord, Hamlet. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and bless'd are those, As I do thee.-Id. Hamlet. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. -Id. King. In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? |