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your hands: come then, the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply with you in this garb, lest

. my extent to the players (which I tell you must thew fairly outward) should more appear like entertainment than yours.

You are welcome; but my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

Guil. In what, my dear Lord?

Ham. I am but mad north, north-west, when the wind is southerly, I know a hasvk from a handu faw..

Enter POLONIUS.
Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen.

Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each-ear an hearer; that great baby, you see there, is not yet out of his swathling-clouts.

Rofi Haply he's the second time come to them; for they fay, an old man is twice a child.

Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it; you fay right, Sir; for en Monday morning 'twas so, indeed.

Pol. My Lord, I have news to tell you.,

Ham. My Lord, I have news to tell you.
When Rofcius was an actor in Rome-
Pol. The actors are come hither, my

Lord.
Ha11. Buzze, buzze,
Pol. Upon mine honour.-
Ham. Then came each actor on his ass------

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tra.. gedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, scene undividable, or pcem unlimited : Seneca cannot be two heavy, nor Plautus 100 light. For the law of wit, and the liberty, these are the only men.

Ham. Oh Jephtha, judge of Israel," what a treasure hadít thou !

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Pol. What a treasure had he, my Lord?

Ham. “ Wly, one fair daughter, and no more, " The which he loved palling well.”

Pol. Still on my daughter.
Ham. Am I not i'th' right, old Jephtha?

Pol. If you call me Jephtha, my Lord; I have a daughter that I love pafing well.

Ham. Nay, that follows not.
Pol. What follows then, my Lord?

Ham. Why, as “ by lot, God wot”-.--and then you know, “ it came to pass, as molt like it was;" the first row of the rubric will thew you more. For look where my abridgements come.

Enter four or five Players. Y'are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well; welcome, good friends. Oh! old friend! thy face is valanced since I saw thee Jast: comelt thou to beard me in Denmark? What! my young lady and mistress? b'erlady, your ladyfhip is nearer heaven than when I saw you last, by the al. titude of a chioppine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring.-------Malters, you are all welcome: we'll e’en to't like friendly faulconers, fly at any thing we fee; we'll have a speech straight. Cume, give us a taite of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

i Play. What speech, my good Lord?

Hain. I heard thee speak me a speech once; but it was never acted: or if it was, not above once ; for the play, I remember, pleased not the million, 'twas Caviar to the general ; but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play; well digested' in the seenes, set down with as much modefty as cunning. I remember, (31) one faid,

(31) I remember, one faid, there was no falt in the lines to make

there was no falt in the lines, to make the matter:
favoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might
the matter favoury ;) .... That there was no poignancy of
wit, or virulence of satire in them, as I had formerly ex-
plained this passage. Mr Pope bias fallen upon me with a
facer, and triumplís that I thould be fo ridiculous to think
that fatire can have any place in tragedy. I did not mean
that satire was to make its subject, or that the paffions were
to be purged by it; may not a siarp and sarcastical senti-
ment, for all that; occasionally arise fionr the matter? What:
does this gentleman, chirk of irony? Is it not one species
of satire.? And yet Monsieur Hedelin (almost as good a
judge as Mr Pope in the fe ma ters) tells us, it is a figure en:
tirely theatrical. Or what does Mr Pope think of such fene
tences as there?
- Frailty, thy name is woman!

Hamler.
In second husband let me be accurft!"
None wed the second, but who killed the first. Ibid.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are:
As obeap as lies, he fuld the blood and labour:
Of our great action.

Coriolanus.
O woman! woman! woman! All the gor's
: Have not fuch power of wing.good to men,
As you of doing harm.

Dryden's All for Love. And to borrow one instance from an ancient, who has out-gonic all the others quoted, in the strength of his farcafm:

-xpñv yap äraolév robev Bporús Παιδας ποιείσθαι, θήλυ δ' έκ είναι γίνος, Outw. S dr ix. öv údov dupwwors xxxóv. Eorip. in Medeai I chofe this paffage, because I think our Milton has left a. fine paraphrafe upon it; and, I doubt not, had the Greekpoet in bis eye:

Oh, why did God,
Creator wife, that peopled highest heaven:
Witb fpirits matculine, create at last
This nouelty on earth, this fair defeft
Of Nature, and not fill the world at once-
With men, as angels, and not femine;

Or find some other way to generate ma' kind. If Mr Pope does not think chefe paffages to be satiré, and yet they are all in tragedies; I muft beg leave' to difent. from him in opinion : or, to concinde, has Mr Pope never heard that Euripides obtained the vanie of- Micozurns, Wow.

in dito the author of affection; but called it an lo. relt method. One speech in it I cbiely loved ; 'twas Æneas's tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Pram's slaughter. it live in your memory, begin at this line; let me fee, let me fee-The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyre canian beait.. It is not 10 ;------it begins with Pyrrhus. The rugged Pyrrhus, he, whole fable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble, When he lay couched in the oniinous horse; Hath now his dread and black complexion smear'd With heraldry more dismal; head to foot, Now is he total gules; herribly trick'd With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fons, Bak'd and imparted with the parching fires, That lend a tyrannous and damned light To murders vile. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellith Pyrrhus Old grandfire Priam seeks.

Pok'Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good accent, and good discretion.

1 Play. Anon he finds him, Striking, too short, at Greeks. His antique sward, Rebellious to his arm, lyes where it falls, Repugnant to command; unequal matched, Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide ; But with the whif and wind of his fell sword Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless llium, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crath Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo, his sword, Which was declining on the milky head man-hater, because he so virulently satirised the sex in his tragédics?

Of reverend Priam, seemed i' th' air to stick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his wilt and matter,
Did nothing;
But as we often fee, against fome storm,
A filence in the heavens, the rack stand still,

The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death; anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the región: So after Pyrrhus pause;
A roused

vengeance sets hïm new a-work: And never did the Cyclops' bammers fall On Mars his armour, forged for proof eterne, With less remorse than Pyrrhus bleeding sword Now falls on Priam:Qut, out, thou strumpet Fortune ! all you Gods, In general fynod take away

her

power : Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heav'n, As low as to the fiends..

Pol. This is too long.

Ham. It shall to th’ barber's with your beard. Pr’ythee; say on; he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba.

i Play. But who, oh! who, had seen the mobled. Ham. The mobled Queen?

[Queen, --Pol. That's good; mobled Queen, is good. 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threatning.

the flames With bisson-rheum; a clout upon that head Where late the diadem stood; and for a robe About her lank and all-o'er-teemed loins, A blanket in th’alarm of fear caught up : Who this had feen, with tongue in venom steeped; 'Gainit fortune's state would treason have

pronounBut if the gods themselves did see her then, [ced : When fre faw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

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