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CH A P. XI.
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HAMLET'S INSTRUCTIONS TO THE PLAYERS. SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve the town crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand, "thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempeft,and, as I may fay, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robusteous periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shews and noise : I could have such a fellow whipp'd for o'er-doing termagant; it out-herods Herod.
Pray you, avoid it. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erítep not the modefty of Nature: for any thing sooverdone is from the
purpose of playing ; whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to Nature; to shew Virtue her own feature, Scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the Time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of one of which must in your allowance o’erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to
speak it profanely) that, neither having the accent of Chriftian, nor the gait of Christian, Pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen' had made men, and not made them weil ; they imitated humanity fo abominably,
And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is fet down for them: for there be of them that will themfelves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered :--that's villainous ;: and Mews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
The PRESENT CONDITION OF MAN.
EAVEN from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd—their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know, Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais’d to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly given, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who fees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurld, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions foar ; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
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What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
Indian ! whose untator'd mind
Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
ON THE ORDERO NATURE
you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
And, if each system in gradation roll Alike effential to th' amazing Whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall. Let earth, unbalanc'd, from her orbit fly, Planets and suns run lawless thro' the sky;
Let ruling Angels from their spheres he hurld,
What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Cease then! nor ORDER Imperfection name;
proper bliss depends on what we blame.