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moult no feather." I have of late—but wherefore I know not

- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and inand ace hume deed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly , ve who come frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this

most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhang- Brewers

ing firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, - laubozein 44

why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pesti- by celia
lent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man!

how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and expecorere moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an fressed out

angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the ¿e resided world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this haped, quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman

perfect is neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.? 304

Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said ‘man delights not me?'

Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, Torraneoyee what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from Magouel laclean you ; we coted them on the way, and hither are they com

""ing to offer you service. panned by, nutcireffend

Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome ; his majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight serez Mee

shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not sigh gratis ; wefrucebareten Cafriecome the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown here we are "Je zuletay shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' the sere; Greeze Meele, kuras and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse are blendly shall halt for 't. What players are they?

moved to Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take delight in

in, the tragedians of the city.
their remary Hamlet. How chances it they travel ? their residence, both
a Chan Carlos in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
trobitcone Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means

of the late innovation.
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Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when
I was in the city? are they so followed ?

Rosencrantz. No, indeed, are they not.
Hamlet. How comes it? do they grow rusty ?

Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted

pace; but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that spenny.. their high

cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically with Joico que slapped for 'ı: these are now the fashion, and so berattle hearts abrue Mu maks. the common stages-so they call them—that many wearing braut was eebene Lench rapiers are afraid of goose - quills, and dare scarce come

persibly the writers. - ne quis fell Hamlet. What, are they children? who maintains 'em ?

faid arrar how are they escoted ? Will they pursue the quality no proferind who hay other longer than they can sing? will they not say afterwards, if

they should grow themselves to common players—as it is
most like, if their means are no better — their writers do
them wrong, to make them exclaim against their own suc-
cession ? futurely

Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to-do on both seto Leht sides, and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to contromed deroversy; there was for a while no money bid for argument, play.

unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the ques-

Hamlet. Is 't possible?

Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away?

Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord ; Hercules and his load too.

Hamlet. It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while muutho niy father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, an hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something is run in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 35

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Guildenstern. There are the players.

Hamlet. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your mopee aegahands, come; the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and

Panas ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, lest my ex-
helemar de tent to the players, which, I tell you, must show fairly out- 4
lithini's ward, should more appear like entertainment than yours.
gummutia. You are welcome ; but my uncle-father and aunt-mother are
erthut I.1. deceived.

Guildenstern. In what, my dear lord ?

Hamlet. I am but mad north-north-west ; when the wind t is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. bersichy "hezo hawo heure.

when the kind sees that the houd

is being removed, he plin both Polonius. Well be with you, gentlemen! beruhiy yorint

Hamlet. Hark you, Guildenstern ; - and you too ; — at each ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

Rosencrantz. Happily he 's the second time come to them; hafly , for they say an old man is twice a child.

Hamlet. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players; mark it. — You say right, sir : o' Monday morning ; 't was so indeed.

Polonius. My lord, I have news to tell you.

Hamlet. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius
was an actor in Rome, --

Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord.
Hamlet. Buz, buz! an weleention o elutazo
Polonius. Upon mine honour,-
Hamlet. Then came each actor on his ass,

Polonius. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pas-
toral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral,
scene individable, or poem unlimited ; Seneca cannot be too
heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the

wat. liberty, these are the only men.

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Hamlet. () Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst
thou !

Polonius. What treasure had he, my lord ?
Hamlet. Why,

‘One fair daughter, and no more,

The which he loved passing well.'
Polonius. [Aside] Still on my daughter.
Hamlet. Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?

Polonius. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daugh-
ter that I love passing well.

Hamlet. Nay, that follows not. theto zeat the creueuel
Polonius. What follows, then, my lord ?
Hamlet. Why,

“As by lot, God wot,'
and then, you know,

“It came to pass, as most like it was,'—
the first row of the pious chanson will show you more ; for
look, where my abridgments come.

i time 408 and choo Justice (Sele) ou entertainment for to

ametery satuf me. Enter four or five Players. wes a quay raw words. You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad to see freaped, home ye well. Welcome, good friends.-0, my old friend! thy face Frezed with is valanced since I saw thee last; comest thou to beard me a lettura in Denmark?—What, my young lady and mistress! By'r

lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you
last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like

Ce blocks ander a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring.- the searce Masters, you are all welcome. We 'll e'en to 't like French

5 นาน 4 falconers, fly at any thing we see; we 'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your quality ; come, a passionate speech.

1 Player. What speech, my lord ?

Hamlet. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once, for the play, I re- anuanian member, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the gen

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eral; but it was-as I received it, and others, whose judg.

ments in such matters cried in the top of mine-- an excellent ttain uue play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much Whey tous

modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there were no one in Ivanom Haceto sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury, nor no mat- play?

ter in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation ;

but called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and/ Rudley nahral are

by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I never osteocima chiefly loved: ’t was Æneas' tale to Dido ; and thereabout

of it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it
live in your memory, begin at this line ; let me see, let me

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,-
it is not so:—it begins with · Pyrrhus.'

The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, what wesle het een
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal : head to foot
Now is he total gules ; horridly trick'd whyred
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, wurde ww foole as
That lend a tyrannous and damned light

To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
Croceed intl And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, 4. adulturale ..
Sujer flere

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
a perase
Old grandsire Priam seeks.

450 le neiels . So, proceed you.

Polonius. Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good ac-
cent and good discretion.
1 Player.

Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command : unequal match’d,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide ;

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
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