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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.
Pol. The actors are come hither, my Lord.
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 !
Pol. What a treasure had he, my Lord?
Ham. “ Why, one fair daughter; and no more,
Pól. Still on my daughter.
Pol. If you call me Jephtha, my Lord; I have
Ham. Nay, that follows not.
Ham. Why, as by lot, God wot”----and then
Enter four or five Players.
1. Play. What speech, my good Lord ?
(31) I remember, ona faid, there was rio falt ir ihe lines to make
there was no falt in the lines; to make the matter
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,
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
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:
Pol. This is too long.
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