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That thou, dead corfe, again, in compleat steel,
Revisiest thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and 'us fools of nature
So horribly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?
Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

[Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

Mar. Look, with what courteous action
It waves you off to a removed ground:
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.

[Holding Hamlet. ( Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my Lord. Ham. Why, what should be the fear I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that,

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cumlocution, confounding in his controversial note, it muft be imfright the soul and body. Why, puted to the contagion of peevsays he, have thy bones, which ishness, or some resentment of the with due ceremonies have been incivility shown to the Oxford intombed in death, in the com Editor, who is represented as tupo mon state of departed mortals, posing the ground caronized by a burst che folds in which they were funer 1, when he only meant to embalmed? Why has the tomb say, That the body was depofited in which we saw thee quittly in koly ground, in ground confelaid, opened his mouth, that crated according to the conin, mouth which, by its weight and ►us fools of nature] The ftability, feemed closed for ever? expreffion is fine, as intimating The whole sentence is this: Why we were only kept (as formerly, dopt thou appear, vchon we know fools in a grear family) to make to be dead?

sport for nature, who lay hid orHad the change of the word ly to mock and Javgh at us, for removed any obscurity, or added our vain searches into her myfteany beauty, it might have been ries.

WARBURTON. worth a struggle, but either read 2 to shake our disposition.] ing leaves the sense the fame. Disolation, for frame. If there be any asperity in this

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Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again. I'll follow it-
Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the food, my

Lord ?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
That beetles o'er his Base into the sea ,
And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might; deprive your lov’reignty of reason,
And draw you into madness ? think of it.
+ The very places puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into ev'ry brain,
That looks so many fathoms to the sea ;
And bears it roar beneath.

Ham. It waves me still.--Go on, I'll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my Lord.
ham. Hold'off
Mar. Be ruld, you shall not go.

Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I calld. Unhand me, gentlemen

[Breaking from them. By heav'n, I'll make a Ghost of him that lets me

your hands.

3 -DEPRIVE your fav’reigra -DEPRAVE your fou'reignty of

ty of renfon,] i. 2. deprive reason, your rovéreignty of its reason. i.e. disorder your understanding Nonsense. Sov'reignty of rea and draw you into nadness. So Jon is the same as sovereign or afterwards. Now fee that noble supreme reason : Reason which and most favereign rerfor I ke governs man.

And ghus it was sweet bells jangled out of tune. used by the best writers of those

WARBURTON. times. Sidney says, It is time for I believe deprive in this place us borb io lei reajon enjoy its due signifies fimply to evke awas, Soveroigntir. , Arcad. And King * The very place] · The sour Charlis, at once 10 betray the so- following lines added from the veraignty of reason in my soul. first edition.

Pope. Εικων βασιλική, It is evident that s-puts toys of defperation) Sbak's car wrote,

Trys, for whims. WARB.

I say,

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I say, away. Go on—I'll follow thee

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes desp'rate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow! 'Tis not fit thus to obey him, Hor. Have after. To what issue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. Hor. Heav'n will direct it. Mar. Nay, let's follow him.

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Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Ham. HER E wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll

go no further.
Ghoft. Mark me.
Ham. I will.

Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Ham. Alas, poor Ghost !

Gloft. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt

hear.
Ham. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's Spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin’d to fast in fires;

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-corfin'd to fajt in fires ;] for the superlative must, or very. We should read,

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I am rather inclined to read, Too fast in fires.

comfin'd to lasting fires, to fires i. l. very closely confined. The unremitted and unconsumed. The particle too is used frequently change i, Night.

'Till

'Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine :
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. Lift, lift, oh lift!
If thou did'st ever thy dear father love-

Ham. O heav'n!
Ghoft. Revenge his foul and most unnatural mur-

der.
Ham. Murder?

Ghost. Murder most soul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it, that I, with wings as

swift ? As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost. I find thee apt; & And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed

That

7 As meditation or the thoughts The comment on the word

of leve,] This fimilitude is meditation is fo ingenious, thut I extremely beautiful. The word, hope it is just meditation, is consecrated, by the 8 And dulier Mouldi thou be, myftics, to fignify that stretch than the fat wied and fight of mind which aspires That roots itself in eafe on Leto the enjoyment of the supreme the's whaj, &c.] Szakegood. So that Hamlet, consider. Spear, apparently arough ignoing with what to compare the rance, makes Roman Cathericks swiftness of his revenge, chooses of these pagan Dares; and here two of the most rapid things in gives a description of pur, atory : nature, the ardency of divine and But yet mixes it with the pa an human passion, in an enthufiaft fable of Lethe's wha:f. Wheand a lover. WARBURTON. ther he did it to infinuate, to the

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That roots itself in eafe on Lethe's wharf,
Wouldst thou noc ftir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
'Tis given out, that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent ftung me. So the whole ear of Den.

mark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble Youth,
The serpent, that did fting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown.

Han. Oh, my prophetick foul! my uncle?

Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts,
O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce ! won to his shameful luft
The will of my most seeming-virtuous Queen.
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there !
From me, whose love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand ev'n with the vow
I made to her in marriage ; and to decline
Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heav'n;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link',
Will fate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air
Brief let me be ; Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secret hour thy uncle stole
With juice of curfed hebenon in a viol,

zealous Proteflants of his time, licentious inadvertence that Mis that the pagan and popith pur- chael Angelo brought Charor's gaty stood both upon the same bark into his picture of the last footing of credibility; or whe- judgmint, is not easy to decide, ther it was by the faine kind of

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