They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work.
For 'tis the Sport, to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard; and 't Mall go hard,
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet !
This man shall set me packing,
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night - Indeed, this Counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave
Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good-night, mother.

[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius,



A Royal Apartment.

Enter King and Queen, with Rosincrantz, and Guil



HERE's matter in these sighs; these profound

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. .

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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?
Queen. Mad as the feas, and wind, when both con.

Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something tir,
He whips his rapier out, and cries, a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

King. O heavy deed!
It had been so with us had we been there.
His liberty is full of threats to all,
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain’d, and ' out of haunt,
This mad young man.

But so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Ev'n on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killd,
O'er whom his very madness, + like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shews itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

King. O Gertrude, come away.
The fun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our Majesty and Skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho! Guildenstern!

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.
Friends both, go join you with some further aid
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius lain,
And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him.
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. Pray you, hast in this.

[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;
My soul is full of discord and dismay.


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Ham. Safely stowed.
Gentlemen within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

Ham. What noise ? who calls on Hamlet ?
Oh, here they come.

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.
Rof. Believe what?

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.


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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.


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