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м your hands: come then, the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply with you in this garb, left 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 hawk from a handa 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.

Rof. 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 say right, Sir; for en Monday morning 'twas so, indeed.

Pol. My Lord, I liave 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.
H212. Buzze, buzze,
Pol. Upon mine honour.---
Ham. Then came each actor on his afg---n..

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

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

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Pol. What a treasure had he, my Lord?

Ham. “ Why, one fair daughter; and no more,
" The which he loved passing well.”

Pól. 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 most like it was;"
the first row of the rubric will thew you more..
For look where my abridgements come.

Enter four or five Players.
Yare 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, last:
comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What! my
young lady and mistress? b’erlady, your ladyship is
Dearer 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.-------Masters, 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. Come, give
us a taste of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

1. Play. What speech, my good Lord ?
Hain. I heard thee fpeak 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 re-
ceived it, and others, whose judgment in such
matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play;
well digested' in the seenes, fet down with as much
modefty as cunning. I remember, (3.1) one faid,

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there was no falt in the lines; to make the matter
favoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might
the matter favoury ;] i..e. That there was no poignancy of
wit, or virulence of sátire in them, as I had formerly ex-
plained this paffage. Mr Pope has fallen upon me with a
facer, and triumplis that I thould be fo ridiculous to think
that satire 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 Narp and farcastical senti-
ment, for all that; occasionally arise front the matter? What
does this gentleman think of irony ? Is it not one species
of satire? And yet Mopsicur 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!

Hamlel.
In second husband let me be accurft!'
None wed the second, but who killed the firft. 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 god's
: Have not fuch power of ioing.good to men,
As you of doirig harm.

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

-χρών γαρ άλλοθεν ποθεν βρoτές Παιδας ποιείσθαι, θήλυ δ' έκ είναι γίνος,

OUTW.8" är ix. *v Siv år9pwasons xxxóv. Eorip. in Medea. I chose this passage, because I think our Milton has left a fine paraphrafe upon it; and, I doubt not, had the Greekpoct in his eye:

-Oh, why did God,
Creator wife, that peopled highest heavca
Witb fpirits matculine, create at last
This nouelty on earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and mut hill the world at once-
With men, as angels, and not feminine;

Or find some other way to generate makind. If Mr Pope does not think these paffages to be satire, and yet they are all in tragedies; I muft beg leave' to diffent. from him in opinion : or, tu concinde, has Mr Pope never keard that Euripides obraised the name of- Mwoyuras, WO

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

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

i Play. Anon he finds him, Striking, too short, at Greeks. His antique sword, 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 frag<dics?

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 hulh as death; anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region: 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

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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 möbled Ham. The mobled Queen?

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

the flames With bisfon-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 seen, with tongue in venom steeped; 'Gainit fortune's state would treason have pronounBut if the gods themselves did see her then, [ced : When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

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