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Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe my uncle: if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen;
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him beedful note :
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;
And, after, we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.

Well, my lord :
If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be

idle : Get you a place. Danish March. A Flourish. Enter King, Queen,

STERN, and Others.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?

Ham. Excellent, i' faith ; of the chameleon's dish : I eat the air, promise-crainmed; you cannot feed capons so.

King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.

Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say?

[To POLONIOS. Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.

Ham. And what did you enact?

Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed i'the Capitol; Brutus killed me.

Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready?

Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.

Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.

Pol. O bo! do you mark that? [To the King.
Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Lying down at OPHELIA's Feet.
Oph. No, my lord.
Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap?

Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? Oph. I think nothing, my lord. Ham. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Oph. What is, my lord. Ham. Notbing. Oph. You are merry, my lord. Ham. Who, I? Oph. Ay, my lord.

Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet ? Then there's hope,

a great man's memory may outlive bis life half a year: But, by'r-lady, he must build churches tben: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For, 0, for, 0, the hobby horse is forgot.

Trumpets sound. The Dumb Show follows. Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly : the

Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck : lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him.

Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it,

and pours poison in the King's ears, and erit. The Queen returns ; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. T'he Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner woos the Queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling awhile; but, in the end accepts his love.

[Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord ?

Ham. Marry, this is miching malicho; it means mischief.

Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play.

Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow : the players cannot keep counsel ; they'll tell all.

Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant?

Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.

Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,

Here stooping to your clemency,

We beg your hearing patiently. Ham. Is this a prologue,

or the posy of a ring? Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love.

Enter a King and a Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart

gone round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen, About the world have times twelve thirties been; Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Unite commutual in most sacred bands. P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and

moon Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from your former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: For women fear too much, even as they love; And women's fear and love hold quantity; In neither aught, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof bath made you

know; And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows

there. P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and

shortly too; My operant powers their functions leave to do; And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Honour'd, belov'd; and, baply, one as kind For husband shalt thou

P. Queen.

0, confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast; In second husband let me be accurst! None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.

Ham. That's wormwood. (riage move,

P. Queen. The instances, that second marAre base respects of thrift, but none of love; A second time I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed. P. King. I do believe, you think what now

you speak; But, what we do determine, oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory; Of violent birth, but poor validity: Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be, Most necessary 'tis, that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures, with themselves destroy; Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange, That even our loves should with our fortunes

change; For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark his favourite

fies; The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. And bitberto doth love on fortune tend: For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy. But, orderly to end where I begnn,Our wills, and fates, do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; (own : Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our Su think thou wilt no second husband wed; But die thy thonghts, when thy first lord is dead. P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor

heaven light! Sport and repose lock from me, day, and night!

To desperation turn my trust and hope !
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite, tbat blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife !
Ham, If she should break it now,

[10 OPHELIA. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave

me here a while; My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.

[Sleeps. P. Queen,

Sleep rock thy brain And never come miscbance between us twain!

[Exit. Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

Queen. The lady doth protest too mucb, nethinks.

Ham. 0, but she'll keep her word.

King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i’ the world.

King. What do you call the play?

Ham. The mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropi. cally. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name, his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying,

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse.

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Beyin, murderer; leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come;

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