Purpose is but the slave to memory :

Of violent birth, but poor validity;

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis, that we forget

Το pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt;
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy

Their own enactures with themselves destroy :
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange,
That even

our loves should with our fortunes change;

For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark, his favorite flies;

The

poor advanced makes friends of enemies : And hitherto doth love on fortune tend:

For who not needs shall never lack a friend;
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.

But, orderly to end where I begun ;·

Our wills and fates do so contrary run,

That our devices still are overthrown;

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our

own:

So think thou wilt no second husband wed:

But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is

dead.

P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaves

light!

Sport and repose lock from me, day and night!
To desperation turn my trust and hope!
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

Ham. If she should break it now,

[to Ophelia.

P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me

here awhile;

My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile

The tedious day with sleep.

P. Queen.

[sleeps.

Sleep rock thy brain; And never come mischance between us twain !

Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

[Exit.

Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Ham. O, but she 'll keep her word.

King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest: no offence i' the world.

King. What do you call the play?

Ham. The mouse-trap.

Marry, how? Tro

An anchoret's. i. e. to detect the villany of the king.

This play is the image of a murder done in 1.sa: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of werk: but what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Enter LUCIANUS.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Ham. I could interpret between you and your
love, if I could see the puppets dallying.1

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

Oph. Still better, and worse.

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, murderer;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin.Come ;

The croaking raven

Doth bellow for revenge.'

Lu. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;

Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,

In allusion to the interpreter who formerly sat on the stage at all motions or puppet-shows, and interpreted to the audience. 2 Curse.

Thy natural magic and dire property
On wholesome life usurp immediately.

[pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate: his name 's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises.

Ham. What! frighted with false fire?

Queen. How fares my lord?

Po. Give o'er the play.

King. Give me some light :-away!

Po. Lights, lights, lights!

·

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.

Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;

For some must watch, while some must sleep:
Thus runs the world away.'

Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me) with two Provincial roses on my razed' shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry 2 of players, sir?

Ho. Half a share.

Ham. A whole one, I.

For thou dost know, O Damon dear,

This realm dismantled was

Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very-peacock.'

1 Slashed.

SHAK

Pack, company.

XIV.

G

Ho. You might have rhymed.

Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

Ho. Very well, my lord.

Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,

Ho. I did very well note him.

Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the recorders: 1_

For, if the king like not the comedy,

Why then, belike,—he likes it not, perdy.2—

Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

Come, some music.

Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with

you.

Ham. Sir, a whole history.

Guil. The king, sir,-

Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem

pered.

Ham. With drink, sir?

Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into more choler.

Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

A recorder here signifies a kind of flute. 2 A corruption of par Dieu.