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Cast of Hamlet Travestie,

As performed at Covent Garden, London, June 17, 1813.

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As performed at Mitchell's Olympic Theatre, New York, on

February 13, 1840.

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Hamlet . . MR. MITCHELL.*
King.

D. ANDERSON.* Polonius

S. D. Johnson.* Laertes.

H, RUSSELL.* Horatio .

W. Edwin.* Osrick ... Miss SINGLETON.* Rosencrantz . MR. BAKER. Guildenstern. ROBERTS.

Marcellus . . MR. WALKER.
Bernardo

WILLIAMS.
Friar ..

G. CLARK. Ist Gravedigger“ Jackson. Ghost

EvaRARD. * Ophelia . Mrs. W. PENSON. * Queen

PLUMER.*

HAMLET

TRAVESTIE.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

A Room of State in the Palace.
KING, QUEEN, Hamlet, POLONIUS, Laertes,

GENTLEMEN, and Ladies, discovered.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

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King.
Tho' by our dismal phizzes plain 'tis seen
The mem'ry of our brother's death is green;
Yet, as he's laid in peace upon the shelf,
'Tis time we think upon our royal self:
We, therefore, to dispel our royal spleen,
Have ta’en his widow Gertrude for our Queen.-
How now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit.-

Laertes.

My Lord, that's true :
I have a mighty wish to learn to dance,
And crave your royal leave to go to France.

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King.
Then brush! the sooner you are off the better.

Exit Laertes. (To Hamlet) Cheer up, my son and cousin, never mind

Hamlet.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.

King.
Why hang the clouds still on you? Come, have done.

Hamlet.
You're out, my Lord : I'm too much in the sun.-

Queen.
Come, Hamlet, leave off crying ; 'tis in vain,
Since crying will not bring him back again.
Besides, 'tis common: all that live must die-
So blow you nose, my dear, and do not cry.

Hamlet.
Aye, Madam, it is common.

Queen.

If it be, Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee?

Hamlet. Talk not to me of seems—when husbands die, 'Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I. But I have that within you can't take from meAs for black clothes,-that's all my eye and Tommy (a).

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King.
Cheer up, my hearty: tho' you've lost your dad,
Consider that your case is not so bad :
Your father lost a father; and 'tis certain
Death o'er your great-grandfather drew a curtain.
You've mourn'd enough : 'tis time your grief to smother ;
Don't cry; you shall be king some time or other.

Queen.
Go not to Wittenberg, my love, I pray you.

Hamlet.
Mamma, I shall in all my best obey you.

King.
Well said, my lad! Cheer up! (6) no more foul weather :-
We'll meet anon, and all get

drunk together.
[Flourish of trumpets and drums,

Exeunt all but Hamlet.

SONG.-Hamlet.

(Tune—" Derry Down.”)

A ducat I'd give if a sure way I knew
How to thaw and resolve my stout flesh into dew!
How happy were I if no sin were self-slaughter,
For I'd then throw myself and my cares in the water !

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

How weary, how profitless, stale and how fat,
Seem to me all life's uses, its joys,—and all that :
This world is a garden unweeded; and clearly
Not worth living for—things rank and gross hold it merely.

Derry down, &c.

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