to die, Or to take arms against a fea of troubles, To fleep? perchance, to dream; ay, there's the rub. Muft give us pause. There's the refpect, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought; The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy orifons Be all my fins remembred. Oph. Good my lord, How does your Honour for this many a day? Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, I pray you, now receive them. Ham. No, I never gave you aught. Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you And with them words of fo fweet breath compos'd, Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. Ham. Ha, ha! are you honeft ? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you fhould admit no difcourfe to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?, Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honesty can tranflate beauty into its likeness. This was fometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. — -I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe fo. Ham. You fhould not have believed me. For virtue cannot fo inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceiv'd. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of finners? I am my felf indifferent honeft; but yet I could accufe me of fuch 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 fhape, or time to act them in. What fhould fuch fellows, as I, do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of us Go thy Where's your father? ways to a nunnery Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be fhut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel. Oph. Oh help him, you fweet heav'ns! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy thy dowry. Be thou as chafte as ice, as pure as fnow, thou fhalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, farewel Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wife men know well enough, what monsters you make of them To a nunnery, go- and quickly too: farewel. Oph. Heav'nly powers, reftore him! Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make your felves another. You jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonnefs your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, fhall live; the reft fhall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet. Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, sword! Th' expectancy and rofe of the fair State, The glafs of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' obferv'd of all obfervers, quite, quite down! T'have feen what I have feen; fee what I fee. Enter King and Polonius. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend, Thus fet it down. He fhall with speed to England, With variable objects, fhall expel This fomething-fettled matter in his heart; We heard it all. My lord, do as you please; [Exit Ophelia.. But if you hold it fit, after the Play King. It fhall be fo : Madness in Great ones muft not unwatch'd go. [Exeunt Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players. Ham. Speak the fpeech, I pray you; as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our Players do, I had as lieve, the towncrier had spoke my lines. And do not faw the air too much with your hand thus, but ufe all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and, as I may fay, whirl-wind of your paffion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the foul, to hear a robuftious periwig-pated fellow tear a paffion to tatters, to very rags, to fplit the ears of the groundlings: who (for the most part) are capable of nothing, but inexplicable dumb fhews, and noife: I could have fuch a fellow whipt for o'er-doing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it. Play. I warrant your Honour. Ham. Be not too tame neither; but let your own dîfcretion be your tutor. Sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with this fpecial obfervance, that you you o'er-step not the modefty of Nature; for any thing fo overdone is from the purpose of playing; whofe end, both at the first and now; was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature; to fhew virtue her own feature, fcorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and preffure. Now this over-done, or come tardy of, tho' it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve: the cenfure of which one muft in your allowance o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be Players that I have feen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, (not to speak it prophanely) that neither having the accent of christian, nor the gate of chriftian, pagan, nor man, have fo ftrutted and bellow'd, that I have thought fome of nature's journey-men had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity so abominably. Play. I hope, we have reform'd that indifferently with us. Ham. Oh, reform it altogether. And let thofe, that play your Clowns, fpeak no more than is fet down for them: For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to fet on fome quantity of barren fpectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, fome neceffary queftion of the Play be then to be confidered: That's villanous; and fhews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that ufes it. Go make you ready. [Exeunt Players. Enter Polonius, Rofincrantz, and Guildenstern. How now, my lord; will the King hear this piece of work? Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently. Ham. Bid the Players make hafte. Will you two help to haften them? Both. We will, my lord. Ham. What, ho, Horatio! [Exit Polonius. [Exeunt. Enter Horatio to Hamlet. Har. Here, fweet lord, at your service. Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a Man, As e'er my converfation coap'd withal. Har |