Within the center.

King. How may we try it further?
Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours

together, Here in the lobby.

Queen. So he does, indeed.
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to

Be you and I behind an Arras then,
Mark the encounter, If he love her not,
And be not from his reason fall’n thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a State,
But keep a farm and carters.

King. We will try it.

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Queen. But, look, where, sadly the poor wretch

comes reading Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away. I'll board him prefently. [Exeunt King and Queen: Oh, give me leave. How does my good Lord

Hamlet ? Ham. Well, God o' mercy. Pol. Do you know me, my Lord ? Ham. Excellent well ; you are a fishmonger. Pol. Not I, my Lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Pol. Honest, my Lord ?

Ham. Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand, Pol. That's very true, my Lord.


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Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog,
Being a God, kissing carrion-
Have you a daughter ?


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a God, yet foedding its beat and Being a good kising carrion- infiuence upon carrion--Here he

Have you a daughter ?] The flops short, left talking too coneditors seeing Hamlet counterfeit sequentially the hearer should madness, thought they might fufpect his madness to be feignsafely put any nonsense into his ed; and ro turns him off from mouth. But this strange passage the subject, by enquiring of his when set right, will be seen to daughter. But the inference contain as great and sublime a which he intended to make, was reflexion as any the poet puts in. a very noble one, and to this to his Hero's mouth throughout purpose, If this (says he) be the the whole play. We shall first case, that the effect follows the give the true reading, which is thing operated upon [varrior this,

and not the thing operating [a For if the Sun breed maggots in God;] why need we wonder, a dead dog,

that the supreme cause of all Being a God, kifing carrion- things diffusing its blessings on As to the sense we may observe, mankind, who is, as it were, a that the illative particle (for) dead carrion, dead in original thews the speaker to be reasoning fin, man, inflead of a proper from something he had said be- return of duty, should breed only fore: What that was we learn in corruption and vices ? This is these words, to be honest, as this the argument at length; and is world goes, is 10 be one picked out as noble a one in behalf of proof ten thousand. Having said vidence as could come from the ihis, the chain of ideas led him schools of divinity. But this to reflect upon the argument wonderful man had an art not which libertines bring against only of acquainting the audience Providence from the circumitance with what his actors say, but of abounding Evil. In the next with what they think. The ferspeech therefore he endeavours to çiment too is altogether in chaanswer chat objection, and vindi- racter, for Hamlet is perpetually cate Providence, even on a sup- moralizing, and his circumstanpoficion of the fact, that almost ces make this reflexion very paail men were wicked. His ar tural. The same thought, somegument in the two lines in ques. thing diversified, as on a differzion is to this purpose, But u hy ent occasion, he uses again in weed we wonder at this abounding Measure for Measure, which will of wl? for if tbe Sun breed serve to confirmthese observations:


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Pol. I have, my Lord.

Ham. Let her not walk i' th' Sun; conception is a blesing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. Pol. How say you by that ? Still harping on my

daughter?Yet he knew me not at first ; he said, I was a filh

monger. He is far gone; and, truly, in my youth, [Afide. I suffered much extremity for love; Very near this._I'll speak to him again.

-What do you read, my Lord ? Ham. Words, words, words. Pol. What is the matter, my Lord ? Ham. Between whom? Pol. I mean the matter that you read, my Lord.

Ham. ? Slanders, Sir: for the satirical slave says here, that old men have grey beards ; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit; together with most weak hams. All which,

The templer or the tempted, who men, &c.] By the fatyrical fave fons mot?

he means Juvenal in his centh Not lo; nor doth the tempt; fatire : but it is /

Da spatium vitæ, multos da That lying by the violet in the Jupiter annos; fun

Hoc re&to vultu, folum hoc & Do as the carrion does, not as pallidus optas. the flower,

Sed quàm continuis & quantis Corrupt by virtuous season.

long a senect us And the fame kind of expresion Plena malis ! deformem, & tein Cymbeline,

trum ante omnia vultum, Common-kiling Titan. WarB. Diffimilemque fui, &c.

This is a noble emendation, Nothing could be finer imagined which almost sets the cricick on a for Hamlet, in his circumitances, level with the authour.

than the bringing bim in rea'7 Slanders, Sir : for the faty. ing a description of the evils of rical Nave fay's here, that old long lite. WARBURTON,


Sir, tho' I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus, set down ; for yourself, Sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method in't.

[ Afide. Will you walk out of the air, my Lord ?

Ham. Into my grave.

Pol. Indeed, that is out o' th' air :
How pregnant sometimes his replies are ?
A happiness that often madness hits on,
Which fanity and reason could not be
So prosp'rously deliver'd of. I'll leave him,
And suddenly contrive the means of meeting
Between him and my daughter.
My honourable Lord, I will most humbly
Take my leave of you.

Ham. You cannot, Sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal, except my life.

Pol. Fare you well, my Lord.
Ham. These tedious old fools !
Pol. You go to seek Lord Hamlet; there he is.


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Rof. God save you, Sir.
Guil. Mine honour'd Lord!
Rof. My most dear Lord!
Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou,

Oh, Rosincrantz, good lads! how do ye both?

Rof. As the indifferent children of the earth.
Guil. Happy, in that we are not over-happy :


On fortúne's cap, we are not the very button.

Ham. Nor the roles of her shoe?
Rof. Neither, my Lord.

Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours ?

Guil. 'Faith, in privates we.

Ham. In the secret parts of fortune ? oh, most true ? she is a strumpet. What news?

Ros. None, my Lord, but that the word's grown honest.

Ham. Then is dooms day near ; but your news is not true. Let me question more in particular : what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither ?

Guil. Prison, my Lord !
Ham. Denmark's a prison.
Ros. Then is the world one.

Hem. A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one o'th' worst.

Rof. We think not so, my Lord.

Ham. Why, then, 'tis none to you ; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me, it is a prison.

Rof. Why, then your ambition makes it one: 'tis too narrow for your mind.

Ham. Oh God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a King of infinite space; were it not, that I have bad dreams.

Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are Ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious it merely the shadow of a dream.

Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.


& The madow of a dream.] that the state of humanity is Shakespeare has accidentaliy in- exa's crap, the dream of a shadow. verced an expression of Pindar,

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