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Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more,
Hom. Nay, but to live
Queen. Oh, fpeak no more ;
Ham. A murderer, and a villain !
Queen. No more.
mer's emendation produces non e-lice of Kings ;] A low fine. May not what is said of mimick of Kings. The Vice is heat, be said of bell, that it will the fool of a farce ; from whom mutiny wherever is is quartered ? the modern Punch is deicended.
-Re fons pande 's Vill.] So "That from a shelf, &c.] This the folio, i think righily ; but is said not unmeaningly, but to the reading of the quarto is de- mew, that the usurper came not fenfible;
to the crown by any glorious vil- Reafon pardons Will. lany that carried danger with it, -gruine :-) Died in grain. bu: by the low cowardly theft of
- incerteous beit, ] The folio a common pilferer. WARE. has enjeumed, that is, greasy bed.
Ham. ' A King of shreds and patches
[Starting up. You heav'nly guards ! What would your gracious fi
Queen. Alas, he's mad
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation
Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?
Queen. Alas, how is't with you?
Whereon do you look ?
? A King of shred and patches.] fered time to flip, and poffin to This is faid, pursuing the idea cool, lets g', &c. of the Vice of Kings. The Vice 4like life in excrements,] was dressed as a fool, in a coat The hairs are excrementiticus, of party-coloured patches. that is, withouc life or sensation :
-laps'd in time and pas. yet those very hairs, as if they fion,-) That having fuf- had life, start up, &c. POPE.
Ham. On him! on him!—Look you, how pale
he glares !
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
[Pointing to the Gbeft. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all
, that is, I see. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! Look, how it steals
away! My father in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal.
[Exit Gboji. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodiless creation Ecstasy Is very cunning in.
Hem. What Ecstasy? My pulse, as yours, doth temp’rately keep time, And makes as healthful musick. 'Tis not madness That I have utter'd; bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that Aattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks : It will but skin and film the ulcerous place ; Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heav'n; Repent what's past, avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue ;
s do not spread the comtof, dulgence, heighten your former &c.] Do not, by any new in
For, in the fatness of these pursy times,
[Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: but heav'ns have pleas'd it so, * To punish this with me, and me with this That I must be their scourge and minister.
6-curbm ] That is, bend and the fagacity of Dr. Th'rlar. truckle.
That mo per cift n, ulo al 7 That monster cuft.m, who all fer se doth eai, sense doth eat
Of habits evil, is angel, &c. Of Habit's Devil, is angel get
THEOBALD. in this : ] This paliage is left I think Thirlby's conjecture out in the two elder folio's: It is wrong, though the succeeding certainly corrupt, and the play. editors have followed it; Argel ers did the discreet part to fifle and Dezil are eviden:ly oppoitd. what they did not understand. 8 To purish this with me, &c.] Habit's Devil certainly arose from This is Hanmer's riading; the some'conceited tamperer with the other editions have i:, text, wbo thought it was necef To punish me vith this, and sary, in contrait to Angel. The this with ne. emendation of the text I owe to
I will bestow him, and will answer well
Qrcen. What shall I do?
Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid you do. . Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed ; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse ; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or padling in your neck with his damn’d fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know, For who that's but a Queen, fair, sober, wife, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gibbe, Such dear concernings hide ? Who would do fo ? No, in despight of sense and secresy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep; And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
Hlain. I must to England, you know that?
9 Let the ford King--] The -adilers farg'd ;] That is, old quarto read,
Adjers with their fangs, or pero Let the beat King
fonols likth, undrawn. It has ise bloiel, which is better, as been the pradlice of mourtebanks mere expressive of the speaker's to boat the eficacy of their ancontcmpi. WARBURTON. tidotes by playing with vi
' Yhire's Leter Jeall, &c.] p.ri, but thcy firit disabled their The ten following verses are fargs. added out of the old edition. POPE.