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radox, but now the time gives it proof..----I did love you once.
Oph. Indeed, my Lord, you made me believe so.
Ham. You should not have believed me. for virtue cannot so innoculate our old stock, but we shall relil of it. I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived.
Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldit thoa be a breeder of finners? I am myfelf indiffee rent honeft ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me.
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What thould such: fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of US------Gothy ways to a nunnery ----Where's
father? Oph. At home, my Lord.
Ham. Eet the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel.
Oph. Oh help him, you sweet Heavens !
Ham. If thou dost marry, i'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chalte as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.---Get thee to a nunnery,-----farewel ----Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you. make of them-----To a nunnery, go---and quickly too: farewel.
Oph. Heavenly powers restore him !
Kam.. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, f'll no
more on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we will bave no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, full live.; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
[Exit Hamlet. Opb. Oh, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, Th’expectancy and rose of the fair state, [lword! The glass of fashion, and the mold of form, Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down ! I. am of ladies molt deject and wretched, That fucked the honey of his music vows: Now see that noble and most fovereign reason, Like sweet balls jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatched form, and feature of blown. youth, Blasted with ecitasy.. Oh, woe is me! Thave 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, though it lacked form a little, Was not like madness. Something's in his foul, O'er which his melancholy fits on brood; And, I do doubt, the hatch and the disclose Will be fome 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, With variable objects, fhall expel This something-settled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains, still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you 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 laid
We heard it all.-.--My Lord, do as you pleafe;
King. It shall be fo:
[Exeunt. Enter HAMLET, and two or three of the Players.
Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced 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, tempelt, and, I may tay, whirlwind of your passion, you mult 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, tọ split the ears of the groundlings: who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb fhews and noife: I would have such a fellow whipt for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Pray
1 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 obfervance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature; for any thing fo overdone is from the purpose
yon, avoid it.
of playing; whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to na ture; to thew Virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve: the cenfire of which one must in your allowance o'erweigh 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 prophanely) that neither having the accent of Chri. stian, nor the gait of Christian, Pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity fo abominably.
Play. I hope we have reformed that in differently with us.
Ham. Oh, reform it altogether. And let thofe that play your clowns, speak no more than is fet down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren fpectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, fome neceffary question of the play be then to be considered. That's villainous; and thews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
[Exeunt Players. Enter POLONIUS, ROSINCRANTZ, and GUILDEN
How now, my Lord; will the King hear this piece
of work? Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently.
Ham. Lid the players make hafte. (Exit Polon. Will you two help to haften them?
Both. We will, my Lord.
[Exeunt. Ham. What, ho, Horatio !
Enter HORATIO LO HAMLET. Hor. Here, fweet Lord, at your service.
Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Hor. Oh my dear Lord,
Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Should the poor be flat
tered?" No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear foul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath sealed thee for herielf. For thou has been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing: A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Halt ta’en with equal thanks. And bleit are those, Whofe blood and judgment are 10 well comingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger, To found what stop the please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core; ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this.There is a play to-night before the King, One scene of it comes near the circumftance Which I have told thee of my father's death. I pr’ythee, when thou feest that act a-foot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle: if his occult guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen: Vol. XII.