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Something too much of this.
Pray what's the reason Your lordship sent for me?
To smoke out treason.
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
This trumpeting and drumming Give notice that the King and Queen are coming. To keep the joke up I must idle be; Go to your place, and keep a seat for me.
A GRAND MARCH.
Enter POLONIUS, King, Queen, OPHELIA, Rosen
CRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, OSRICK, MARCELLUS, BERNARDO, GENTLEMEN, and Ladies.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet ?
Tightly, tightly; I eat the air :-You can't feed pigs so lightly.
King. Pooh!-Nonsense Sir !--Such words I don't acknowledge.
Hamlet. (To Pol.) You told me, Sir, you acted once at college.
Hamlet. I'd rather not; here's metal more attracting, (To Ophelia) Ophelia, may I lie upon your knees?
Ophelia. 0, surely; or wherever else you please.
Ophelia. Pray, what's the play, my Lord ?
I've ne'er a bill; I cannot tell;—but that rum jockey will.
THE CURTAIN RISES.
Enter 2d Actor as Prologue.
For us, and for our pantomime,
THE PANTOMIME (i).
Enter Duke and Duchess-They embrace-Vow eternal love and constancy-Duke suddenly taken ill-Duchess alarmed -Shrieks-Enter a Page-Exit—and return with a bottle and glass-Duchess fills the glass for Duke, whilst she herself receives consolation from the bottle-Duke intimates that he feels his end fast approaching-Duchess strikes her forehead, clasps her hands, &c. &c.-(the usual pantomime signs of distress.)—Vows never to survive him—at least, to live single ever after-Duke shakes his head in a manner as expressive as possible of the monosyllable “ fudge” -Duchess points to the cieling, (the pantomime mode of swearing), and exhibits a scroll thus inscribed :
“ No second husband will I take,
“ When I have lost my first,
• Why, then may I be curs’d."
They embrace-Duke gently reclines his head over his right
shoulder, and meets it with the palm of his right hand (pantomime for “ sleepy") -Duchess takes the hint-Reaches a chair-Duke seats himself— Sleeps—Snores-Duchess points to the Duke---Presses her heartPoints to the cieling and cxit.
Hamlet. (To Queen.) Like you the play?
Indeed, I must confess, The lady vows too much.
She means no less.
The pantomime continued. Enter Duke's nephew—Jistens whether the Duke is asleep~Take's
a bottle from his pocketAttempts in vain to draw the cork--Exit-And return with a corkscrew and a funnel-Draws the cork--Puts the funnel to Duke's ear-Pours the contents of the bottle into it-A noise-Exit in haste.