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And my imaginations are as foul (37)
Hor. Well, my Lord,
SINCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and other Loriis attendant, with a Guard carrying Torches. Danish March. Sound a Flourish.
Ham. They're coming to the play; I must be Get you a place.
[idle King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Ham. Excellent, i'faith, of the camelion's dish : I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons
fo. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine.--Now, my Lord; you played once i' th' university, you say? [T. Polon.
Pol. That I did, my Lord, and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did
enaet ? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæfar, I was killed i' th' Capitol : Brutus killed me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill fo capital a calf there. Be the players ready?
Rof. Ay, my Lord, they ftay upon your patience.
(37) And my imaginations are as foul,
As Vulcan's stithy.) I have ventured, against the authority of all the copies, to substitute smithy here. I have given my reasons in the fortieth note on Truilus, to which, for brevity's fake, I beg leave to refer the readers.
Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, fit by me.
Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
Pol. Oh, ho, do you mark that?
[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.
Ham. That's a fair thought, to ly between a maid's legs?
Oph. What is, my Lord !
Ham. Oh God! your only jig-maker; what fhould a man do but be merry? For, look you how chearfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my Lord.
Ham. So long? nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a fait of fables. Oh heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet! then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, “ For “ oh, for ohi, the hobby-horse is forgot.”
Hautboys play. The Dumb-fhow enters. (38) Enter a Duke and Duckefs, with regal Coronets, very lovingly; the Duchefs embracing him, (38) Enter a King and Queen very lovingly; ] Thus has the
and he her. She kneels; he takes her up, and de clines his head upon her neck; he lays him down upon a bank of fiuwers; the feeing him asleep, leaves bim. Anon comes in a Fellow; takes off his crown, killes it, and pours poison in the Duke's ears, and exit. The Duchess returns, finds the Duke dead, and makes passionate aétion. The poisoner, with fome two or three mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the Duchess with gifis; me seems loth and unwilling a while, but in The end accepts his love.
[Exeunt. Opb. What means this, Lord? Ham. Marry, this is miching Malicho; it means. mischief.
Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play?
Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant?
Han. Ay, or any show that you'll shew him. Be not you alamed to shew, he'll not shame to tell, you what it means.
Ivandering and inadvertent editors all along given us this. stage direction, though we are expressly told by Hamlet anon, that the story of this introduced interlude is the mura der of Gonzago Duke of Vienna. The fource of this mise take is catily to be accounted for, froin the stage's drefling the characters. Regal coronets being at first ordered by the Hoet for the duke and duchess, the succeeding players, who ad not strictly observe the quality of the persons or circumStances of the story, miftook 'em for a king and queen; and fo the error was d'educed down from thence to the piesent times. Methinks Mr Pope might have indulged his private fense in so obvious a millake, without any fear of ralaneis being impused to him for the arbitrary correctiva.
Oph. You are naught, you are nauglit, I'll mark
Prol. For us, and for our tragedy,
Here ftooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the poefy of a ring? Oph. 'Tis brief, my Lord. Ham. As woman's love.
Erter Duke and Duchess, Players. Duke. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' car gone
round Neptune's falt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen About the world have twelve times thirties been, Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
Dach. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o’er, ere love be done. But woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer and from
former state, That I distrust you; yet though I distrust, Discomfort you, my Lord, it nothing must: For women fear too much, even as they love. And womens' fear and love hold quantity; 'Tis either none, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; And as my love is sized, my fear is so. (39)
(39) And as my love is fixed, my fear is so.] Mr Pope says, I read sized, and, indeed, I do so; because I observe the Quarto of 1605 reads cized; that of 1611 cizi; the Folio in 1632 fiz; and that in 1623 sized; and because, besides the whole tenour of the context demands this reading. For the lady evidently is talking here of the quantity and proportion of ker love and fear, not of their continuance, duration, or sta.
Where love is great, the smallest doubts are fëar; Where little fears grow great, great love grows.
there. Duke. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and short.
ly too :
Duch. Oh confound the rest!
Hani. Wormwood, worinwood !---
Duch. The instances that second marriage mavezAre base respects of thrift, but none of love. A second time I kill my huiband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed.
Duke. I do believe you think what now you speak; But what we do determine oft we break; Purpose is but the slave tó memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity : Which now,
like unripe fruits, sticks on the tree,
our size of sorrow,