« ElőzőTovább »
lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and * make your wanronness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on’t, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but ene, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
[Exit Hamlet. Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, fword; Th’ expectancy and rose of the fair State, The glafs of fashion, and.s the mould of form, Th'observ'd of all observers ! Quite, quite down ! I am of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the hony of his musick vows: Now see that noble and most fov’reign reason, Like fweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecftafy. Oh, woe is me! T' have seen what I have seen; see what I fee.
Enter King and Polonius. King. Love ! his affections do not that way tend, Nor what he spake, tho' it lack'd form a little, Was not like madness. Something's in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And, I do doubt, the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger, which, how to prevent, I have in quick determination Thus set it down. He fhall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected Tribute : Haply, the Seas and Countries different,
e yoter wantonness your ig - the mould of form,] The norance.] You mistake by wanton model by whom all endeavoured affectation, and pretend to mis- to form themselves. lake by ignorance.
With variable objects, shall expel
on't ? Pol. It shall do well. But yet I do believe, , The origin and commencement of this grief Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia ? You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said, We heard it all.
King. It shall be so.
Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.
Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you; as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our Players. do, I had as lieve, the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, as I may say, whirl-wind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh it offends me to the soul, to hear a robuftious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings: who for
6 the groundling :] The meaner ing poetical language, were fome. people then seem to have fat be- times gratified by a mimical and low, as they now fit in the upper mute representation of the dragallery, who not well understand. ma, previous to the dialogue.
the most part are capable of nothing but ? inexplicable dumb shews, and noise : I could have such a fellow whipt for o'er doing & Termagant ; it out-berods Hered. Pray you, avoid it.
Play. I warrant your Honour.
Ham. 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 any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing ; whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'rwere the mirror up to nature ; to shew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very ' age and body of the time, his form and preffure. Now this over-done, or come tardy of, tho' it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must in your allowance o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be Players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, ' not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of christian, nor the gait of christian, pagan, or mán, have so strutted and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journey men had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity fo abominably.
Play. I hope, we have reform'd that indifferently with us.
7 inexplical le dumb femur) I well with form and pressure, but believe the meaning is, fhiw, 'ill with body. without words to explain them. presure,] Resemblance as in
3 Termagant ;] Termagant was a print. a Saracen Deity, very clamorous
not to fjeak it profuxels,] Proand v.olent in the old moralities. funely seems to relate, not to the
Mr. PERCY. praise which he has mentioned, age ard' body of the time,) but to the censure which he is The of the lime can hard y about to utter. Any gross or inpass. May we not read, the delicate language was called picface and bocy, or did the authour fane, wsite, the fage? The page suits
Ham. Oh, reform it altogether. And let those, that play your Clowns, speak no more than is set down for them: For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though, in the mean time, some Receffary question of the Play be then to be considered. That's villainous; and shews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
Enter Polonius, Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern. How now, my Lord; will the King hear this piece
of work? Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently.
Ham. Bid the Players make haste. (Exit Polonius. Will you two help to haften them? Both. We will, my Lord.
(Exeunt. Ham. What, ho, Horatio !
Enter Horatio to Hamlet. Hor. Here, sweet Lord, at your service.
Ham. Horatio, thou art e’en as just a Man, As e'er my conversation cop'd wichal.
Hor. Oh my dear Lord,
Ham. Nay, do not think, I Hatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and cloath thee? Should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied congue lick absurd Pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Doit thou hear ? Since + my dear foul was mistress of her choice,
the pregrant hirges of ready, prompt, th kner,] I believe the sense - my dear foul - ] Perhaps, of pregnant in this place is, quick, my clear soul.
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hor. Well, my Lord.
5 Whofe blood and judgment-] and the due mixture of the hu.
According to the doctrine of mours made a perfect character. the four humours, defire and con
Vulcan's Stithy,--] fidence were seated in the blood, Stithy is a smith's arvil. and judgment in the phlegm,