Dramatis Perfonae. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. HAMLET, Son to the former, and nephew to the LADIES, GENTLEMEN, PLAYERS, AND ATTEND ants. SCENE-Elsinore. N. B. In the burlesque the acting edition, (Mrs. Inchbald's) is followed. HAMLET TRAVESTIE. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. A Room of State in the Palace. KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, Laertes, Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. King. THO' by our dismal phizzes plain 'tis seen Laertes. My Lord, that's true: I have a mighty wish to learn to dance, Your suit is granted. King. Laertes. Sire, I'm much your debtor. 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, 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, |