SCENE ΙΧ.

Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying
And now I'll do't. And fo he goes to heav'n.
And fo am I reveng'd? that would be scann'd.
A villain kills my father, and for that

(5) I, his fole fon, do this fame villain send

My Crown, my can Ambition, and my Queen,

May one be pardon'd, and retain th' effects?

befides, the poet could never have made his fpeaker fay, Be could trepent, when this whole freech is one thorough set of the dif cipline of contrition. And what was wanting was the matter of reftitution: This, the fpeaker could not refolve upon; which makes him break out,

Ob limed foul, that, fruggling to get free,

Art more engaged!

For it is natural, while the reftitution of what one highly values is projected, that the fondness for it should strike the imagination with double force. Because the man, in that fituation, figures to himself his condition when deprived of thofe advantages, which. having an unpleafing view, he holds what he is poffeffed of more clofely than ever. Hence, the laft quoted exclamation receives all its force and beauty, which on any other interpretation is mean and fenfelefs. But the Oxford Editor, without troubling himself with any thing of this, reads,

Try what repentance can. What can it not ?

Yet what can aught, when one cannot repent &

Which comes to the fame nonfenfe of the common reading, only a little more round about. For when I am bid to try one thing, and I am told that nothing will do, is not that one thing included in. the negative? But, if fo, it comes at laft to this,, that even repentance will not do suben one cannot repent. WARBURTON..

The fenfe of the received reading is, I think, fo plain, that I am afraid left it fhould be obfcured by any attempt at illustration. What can repentance do for a man that cannot be penitent, for a man who had only part of penitence, diftrefs of confcience,, without the other part, refolution of amendment.

(5) I, is fole Jon, do this fame villain fend] The folio reads foule ton. This will lead us to the true reading, which is, fal'n fon, i. e. difinherited. This was an aggravation of the injury that he had not only murder'd the father, but ruin'd the fon.

WARBURTON.

The folio gives a reading apparently corrupted from the quarto. The meaning is plain. I, bis only fen, who am bound to punish his murder,

To heav'n. O, this is hire and falary, not revenge.
He took my father grofly, full of bread,

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit ftands, who knows, fave heav'n?
But in our circumftance and courfe of thought,
"Tis heavy with him. Am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his foul,
When he is fit and feafon'd for his passage?
(6) Up, fword, and know thou a more horrid Hent;
When he is drunk-afleep, or in his rage,
Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At gaming, fwearing, or about fome act
"That has no relish of falvation in't;

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heav'n;
And that his foul may be as damn'd and black
(7) As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays;
This phyfick but prolongs thy fickly days.

The King rifes, and comes forward.

[Exit.

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit.

(6) In the common editions, Up, fword, and know thou a more borrid time.] This is a fophifticated reading, warranted by none of the copies of any authority. Mr. Pope fays, I read conjecturally;

-A more borrid Bent.

I do fo; and why? the two oldeft quarto's, as well as the two elder folio's, read ;. - a more borrid Hent. But as there is no fuch Englife fubftantive, it feems very natural to conclude, that with the change of a fingle letter, our author's genuine word was Bent; e. drift, fcope, inclination, purpose, &c. THEOBALD. This reading is followed by Sir T. Hanmer and Dr. Warburton; but Hent is probably the right word. To bent is ufed by ShakeSpeare for, to frize, to catch, to lay hold on. Hent is therefore, bold, or feizure. Lay bold on him, fword, at a more horrid time.

(7) As bell, whareto it goes.] This fpeech, in which Hamlet, reprefented as a virtuous character, is not content with taking blood for blood, but contrives damnation for the man that he would punish, is too horrible to be read or to be uttered.

SCENE

SCENE X.

Changes to the Queen's Apartment.
Enter Queen and Polonius.

Pol. He will come ftraight; look, you lay home to
him;

Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with;
And that your Grace hath fcreen'd, and ftood between
Much heat and him. (8) I'll filence me e'en here;
Pray you, be round with him.

Ham. [within.] Mother, Mother, Mother.-
Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not.

Withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius bides himself bebind the Arras.

Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Queen. Hamlet, thou haft thy father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Go, go, you queftion with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?
Ham. What's the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?

Ham. No, by the rood, not fo:

You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,
But, 'would you were not fo!-You are my mother.
Queen. Nay, then I'll fet thofe to you that can speak.
Ham. Come, come, and fit you down; you shall not
budge.

You go.not, 'till I fet you up a glass
Where you may fee the inmoft part

of you.

Queen. What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?

Help, ho.

Pol. What ho, help.

(8) -I'll filence me e'en bere;

[Behind the Arras.

Pray you be round with bim.] Sir T. Hanmer, who is followed by Dr. Warburton, reads,

-I'll sconce me here.

Retire to a place of fecurity. They forget that the contrivance of Polonius to overhear the conference, was no more told to the Queen than to Hamlet.-I'll filence me ev'n bere, is, I'll use no more words.

Ham.

Ham. How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead.

Pol. Oh, I am slain.

[Hamlet kills Polonius.

Queen. Oh me, what haft thou done?

Ham. Nay, I know not: is it the King?

Queen. Oh, what a rafh and bloody deed is this! Ham. A bloody deed; almost as bad, good mother, As kill a King, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a King?

Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

Thou wretched, rafh, intruding fool, farewel,

[To Polonius.

I took thee for thy Betters; take thy fortune;
Thou find'ft to be too bufy, is fome danger.

Leave wringing of your hands; peace; fit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for fo I fhall,

If it be made of penetrable ftuff:

If damned cuftom have not braz'd it fo,
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'ft wag thy tongue

In noise fo rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,

That blurs the grace and blush of modefty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; (9) takes off the rofe
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And fets a blifter there; makes marriage vows
As falfe as dicers' oaths. Oh, fuch a deed
As (1) from the body of Contraction plucks
The very foul, and sweet Religion makes
A rhapfody of words. (2) Heav'n's face doth glow;

Yea

19)-takes off the rofe-] Alluding to the custom of wearing rofes on the fide of the face. See a note on a paffage in King John.

(1) from the body of Contraction

age-contract.

(2) Heaven's face doth glow;

Yea this folidity and compound mass,

With triftful wifage as against the doom,

WARBURTON.

-] Contraction, for marriWARBURTON.

Is thought-fick at the act.] If any fenfe can be found here, it is this. The Sun glows [and does it not always] and the very folid mafs of earth has a triftful vifage, and is thought-fick. All this is fad ftuff. The old quarto reads much nearer to the Poet's sense. Heav'n's face does glow ;——

O'zR this folidity and compound mass,

With

Yea this folidity and compound mafs,
With triftful vifage, as against the doom,
Is thought-fick at the act.

Queen. (3) Ah me! what act,

That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index? :
Ham. Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit prefentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was feated on this brow
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye, like Mars, to threaten or command;
A ftation, like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kiffing hill;
A combination, and a form indeed,

With beated vifage, as against the doom
Is thought fick at the act.

From whence it appears that Shakespeare wrote,
Heav'n's face detb glow

O'ER this folidity and compound mass

With triftful vifage; AND, as 'gainst the doom,
Is thought-fick at the act.

This makes a fine fenfe, and to this effect, The fun looks upon our globe, the fcene of this murder, with an angry and mournful countenance, half hid in eclipfe, as at the day of doom.

gave

WARBURTON.

The word beated, though it agrees well enough with glow, is, I think, not fo ftriking as trifful, which was, I fuppofe, cho fen at the revifal. I believe the whole paffage now ftands as the authour it. Dr. Warburton's reading reftores two improprieties, which Shakespeare, by his alteration, had removed. In the firft, and in the new reading: Heav'n's face glows with triftful vifage, and, Heav'n's face is thought-fick. To the common reading there is no juft objection.

(3) Queen. Ay me! what a&t,

That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index?] This is a strange anfwer. But the old quarto brings us nearer to the Poet's fenfe, by dividing the lines thus;

Queen. Ab me, what act?

Ham. That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index.

Here we find the Queen's anfwer very natural. He had faid the Sun was thought-fick at the act, She says,

Ab me? what a&t ?

He replies, (as we fhould read it)

That roars fo loud, IT thunders To the INDIES.

He had before faid Heav'n was shocked at it; he now tells her, it refounded all the world over. This gives us a very good fenfe where all fepfe was wanting.

WARBURTON.

The meaning is, What is this act, of which the discovery, or mention, cannot be made, but with this violence of clamour ?

Here