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They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way,
[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius,
A Royal Apartment.
Enter King and Queen, with Rosincrantz, and Guil
heaves You must transate ; 'tis fit, we understand them. Where is your son ?
This play is printed in the pause is made at a time when old editions without any fepara- there is more continuit; of action of the Acts. The division tion than in almost any other of is modern and arbitrary ; and is the Scenes. here pot very happy, for the
Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.
(To Rof. and Guild. who go out. Ah, my good Lord, what have I seen to-night?
King. What, Gertrude ? How does Hamlei?
King. O heavy deed!
But so much was our love,
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killd,
King. O Gertrude, come away.
3-out of haunt,] I would seems to think ore to be Or, that rather read, ont of harm. is, gold. Base metals have ore no
4 - 1kson.e ore] Shakefieare less than precious.
Enter Rosincrantz and Guildenstern.
[Exeunt Ros. and Guild, Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends, And let them know both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done. For, baply, Slander, 5 Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its poison'd shot; may miss our Name,
5 Whose whispero'er the verses carry the very ftamp of world's diameter,
Shakespeare upon them. The coin, As level as the cannon to his indeed, has been clipt from our blank,
first receiving it; but it is not so Transports its poison'd shot, diminished, but that with a small
may miss our name, afstance we may hope to make And hit the woundless air. it pafs current. I am far from
O, come away!) Mr. Pope affirming, that, by inserting the takes notice, that 1 replace fome words, For, kaply, Slander, I verfis that were imperfect, (and, have given the poet's very words; tho' of a modern date, seem to be but the supplement is such as the genuine;) by inferring two words. sentiment naturally seems to deBut to see, what an accurate and mand. The poet has the same faithful collator he is; I pro- thought, concerning the diffuduced these verses in my SHAKE- five pow`rs of sander, in another SPEARE restored, from a quarto of his plays. edition of Hamlei, printed in
No, 'tis Nander ; 1637, and happened to say, that W base edge is harper that the they had not the authority of any fword, whose longue earlier date in print, that I knew Out-venoms all the worms
of of, than that quarto. Upon the Nile, whose breath ftrength of this Mr. Pope comes Rides on the potting winds, and calls the lines modern, tho' and doch bely they were in the quarlos of 1605 All corners of the world. and 1611, which I had not then
Cymbeline. seen, but both of which Mr. Pope
THEOBALD, pretends to have collated. The
And bit the woundless air.—0, come away;
Ham. Safely stowed.
Ham. What noise ? who calls on Hamlet ?
Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern.
Ref. What have you done, my Lord, with the
dead body? Hom. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
Ros. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.
Ham. Do not believe it.
Hem. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be made by the son of a King ?
Ros. Take you me for a spunge, my Lord ?
Ham. Ay, Sir, that fokes up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end; he keeps them, like an apple, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth'd, to be latt swallow'd. When he needs what you have
6 I ke an apple,] The quarto
“ of their food, which they take has apple, which is generally fol up firft, into a pouch they are lowed. The folio bas ape, which provided with on the side of Hanmer has received, and illus “ their jaw, and then they keep trated with the following note. “ it, till they have done with the
“ It is the way of monkeys “ reit.” “ in eating, 10 throw that part
glean’d, it is but squeezing you, and, spunge, you shall be dry again.
Rof. I understand you not, my Lord.
Ham. I am glad of it; a knavish speech neeps in a foolish ear.
Ros. My Lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King.
Hom. ? The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing
Guil. A thing, my Lord?
Ham. . Of nothing. Bring me to him. "Hide fox, and all after.
King. I've sent to seek him, and to find the body. How dang’rous is it, that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong law on him ; He's jov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment; but their eyes: And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh’d, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause. Diseases, desp’rate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all.
7. The body is with the King,] has contemptuously called the This answer I do not compre- King a ibing, Hamlet defends hend. Perhaps it should be, The himself by observing, that the body is not with the King, for King must be a thing, or nothe King is not with he body. thing.
3 Of nothing.] Should it rot 9 Hide for,] There is a play be read, Or nothing? When the among children called Hide fox, courtiers remark, that Hamlet and all ofter. HANMER.