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A little month! or ere those shoes were old,
Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio,---or I do forget myself? Hor. The fame, my Lord, and your poor fer
vant ever Ham. Sir, my good friend ; l'll change that
name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus ! Mar. My good Lord....
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.
Mr Dryden has remarked, that this is the sharpest fatire is the sewest words, that ever was made on womankind; for both the adjectives are neuter, and animal must be understood to make them grammar. "I'is certain the designed contempt is heightened by this change of the gender ; but, I presune, Mr Dryden had forgot this passage of Shakespeare, when he declared on the fide of Virgil's homistich, as the harpest satire he had met with.
stood tenantless: the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; Stars Thone with trains of fire, dews of blood fell; Disasters veiled the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was almost fick to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the Fates, And prologued to the omened coming on, (2) Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.
Enter Ghost again. But soft, behold ! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion !
[Spreading his arms.
Mar. Shall I strike it with my partizan ?
(2) And prologue to the omen coming on.) But prologue and emen are merely synonymous here, and must fignify one and the same thing. But the Poet means, that these strange phænomena are prologues and forerunners of the events presaged 'by them; and such sense the Night alteration which I have ventured to make by a single letter added, very aptly gives.
Ber. 'Tis here....
Mar. 'Tis gone,
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
you consent we thall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning
know Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exe. Vol. XII.
SCENE changes to the Palace. Enter CLAUDIU'S K’ing of Denmark, GERTRUDE the
Queen, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's The memory be green, and that it fitted
[death To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath Difcretion fought with Nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourfelves. Therefore our sometime fifter, now our Queen, Th’imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, With one auspicious, and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife.---Nor have we herein barred Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along : (for all our thanks.) Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjointed and out of frame; Colleagued with this dream of his advantage He hath not failed to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Loft by his father, by all bands of law, To our most valiant brother.---So much for him.-Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting: Thus much the business is. We have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, (Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose) to suppress
His further gate herein ; in that the levies,
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius..
Laer. My dread Lord,
Polonius? Pol. He hath, my Lord, by laboursome petition, Wrung from me my slow leave; and, at the lait, Upon his will I fealed my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go.