Eats not the fats with more impetuous haste,
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'er-bears your officers. The rabble call him Lord;
And as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
2 The ratifiers and


Ward; They cry, “Chuse we Laertes for our King.' Cups, hands, and tongues, appiaud it to the Clouds; “ Laertes shall be King, Laertes King !"

Queen. How chearfully on the falle trail they cry! 3 Ch, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

[Noise within.

of every

Enter Laertes, with a Party at the Door.

King. The doors are broke.

2 The ratifiers and props of With his emendation, which

every word ;] The whole was in Theobald's edition, Har: tenour of the context is sufficient mer was not satisfied. It is into fhew, that this is a mistaken deed harsh. Hanmer transposes reading. What can antiquity the lines, and reads, and cultom, being the props of

They cry, Chuse we Laertes for words, have to do with the bu. our King; finess in hand? Or what idea is The ratifiers and props of conveyed by it? Cerrainly the

ev'ry word, poet wroie;

Caps, hands, and tongues, apI be ratifiers and props of ev'ry

plaud it to the clouds. ward ;

I think the fault may be mended The messenger is complaining at less expence, by reading, that the riotous head had over Antiquity forgot, cufton net borne the King's officers, and known, then subjoins, that antiquity and The ratifiers and props of ev'ry custom were forgot, which were weal. the ratifiers and props of every That is, of every government. ward, i. e. of every one of those 3 Ob, tlis is counter, you falje Jecurities that nature and law Danish dou..] Hounds run p'ace about the person of a King. counter when they trace the trail All this is rational and confe. backwards. quential. WARBURTON.


Laér. Where is this King ? Sirs ! stand you all

All. No, let's come in.
Laer. I pray you, give me leave.
All. We will, we will.

(Exeunt. Laer. I thank you. Keep the door. . O thou vile King, give me my father.

Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. (Laying hold on him. Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims

me bastard Cries cuckold to my father ; brands the harlot Ev'n here, between the chake and unfmirch'd brows Of my true mother.

King. What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy Rebellion looks so giant-like?
-Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person.
There's such divinity doth hedge a King,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of its will. Tell me, Laertes,
Why are you thus incens’d? -Let him go, Gertrude.
Speak, man.

Laer. Where is my father?
King. Dead.
Queen. But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.
Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled

To hell, allegiance ! yows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation; to this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come, what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Most throughly for my

father. King. Who shall stay you ?

Leer. My will, not all the world ;
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.


King. Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge,
That, sweep-stake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser ?

Laer. None but his enemies.
King. Will you know them then ?
Leer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my

And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
Repast them with

my blood.
King. Why, now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman,
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensible in grief for it,
It shall as level + to your judgment ’pear,
As day does to your eye.

Crowd within. Let her come in.
Laer. How now, what noise is that?

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Enter Ophelia, fantastically drest will draws and


O heat, dry up my brains ! Tears, seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heav'n, thy madness shall be paid with weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May;
Dear maid, kind fifter, sweet Ophelia !
O heav'ns, is’t possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

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" Nature

66 5 Nature is fine in love ; and, where 'tis fine,
“ It sends some precious instance of itself
* After the thing it loves.
Oph. They bore him bare.fat'd on the bier,

And on his Grave rain'd many a tear;

Fare you well, my dove !
Laer. Hadft thou thy wits, and didst persuade Re.


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5 Nature is fine in love; and quaint sentiment of Nature's fal. where 'tis FINE,

ling in love, is exa&ly in SlakeIt fends fome precious inftance of ficar's manner, and is a thought itfelf

he appears fond of. So in ReAfter the thing it loves.] This meo and Juliet, tion is reis unqueftionably corrupt. I fup- presented as in love; pofé Shakespear wrote,

Afliction is enamourd of the Nature is fal’n in love, and parts, where 'tis fal'n.

And th:u art wedded to calaThe cause of Ophelia's madness mily. was grief, occafioned by the vio- Nay Death, a very unlikely subJence of her natural affection for . ject one would think, is put into . her murder'd father ; her bro a love fit;

ther, therefore, with great force - I will telieve of expreffion, says,

That unfubftantial death is amoNature is falin in love, To diftinguish the passion of na These lines are not in the tural affection from the passion of quarto, and might have been love between the two sexes, i, l. omitted in the folio without

great Nature, or natural affe&tion is loss, for they are obscure and affalin in love. And as a person in fected; but, I think, they require love is accustomed to send the no emendation. Love, says Lamost precious of his jewels to the ertes, is the passion by which naperfon beloved (for the loze- ture is most exalted and refined, tokens which young wenches in and as subitances refined and sublove fend to their sweethearts, istilised, easil; obey any impuise, here alluded to) so when Nature or follow any attraction, fonc (says Laertes) falls in love, the part of nature, so purified and likewise fends her love-token to refined, flies off after the attracthe obje&t beloved. But her most ting object, after the thing it loves. precious jewel is reason; the As into air the purer Spirits therefore sends that: And this he flow, gives as the cause of Opbelia's And separate

from their kindred madness, which he is here en dregs below, deavouring to account for. This So flew her foul.


It could not move thus.
Oph. You must fing, down-a-down, and you call

him a-down-a. 60 how the wheel becomes it! it is the false fteward that stole his master's daughter.

Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

Oph. ? There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray, love, remember. And there's pansies, that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance ficted.

Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines. $ There's rue for you, and here's some for me. We

6 o horu the w' HEEL bicomes tion which the Romih priests

it!] We should read wEAL. used to force the possessed to fwal. She is now rambling on the bal- low down when they exorcied

ad of the steward and his lord's them. Now thefe exorcisms being daughter. And in there words performed generaily on a Sunda, Speaks of the state he affumed. in the church betore the whole

WARBURTON. congregation, is the reason why I do not see why weal is better she says, we call it kerb am gruce than wheel. The story alluded v' Sundays. Saniys tells us that to I do not know ; but perhaps at Grand Cairo there is a species the lady stolen by the steward of rue much in request, with was reduced to spin.

which the inhabitants perfume 7 There's rolemary, that's for themselves, not only as a prerimembrance ; and there's panies, fervative against infection, but as that's for thoughts.] There is pro- very powerful against evil spirits. sbably some mytnology in the And the cabalistic Gaffarel prechoice of these herbs, but I can tends to have discovered the reanot explain it. Panses is for fon of its virtue, La femence de theu his, because of its name, Rui eft fuifle comme une Croix, & Penfies; but why rosemary indi. c'eft paraventure la cause qu'elle a cates remembı arce, except that tant de verlu contre les pojédez, it is an ever-green, and carried que l'Eglije s'en sert en les exir. at funerals. I have not discovered. cifant. It was on the same prin

8 There's rue for you, and hert's ciple that the Greeks called field fore for me.


call it herb phur; Otwon, because of its use in of grace o' Sundays :) Herb of their fuperftitious purgations by g'ace is the name the country fire. Which too the Romish priests people give to Rue. And the employ to fumigate in their reason i, because that herb was exorcisms; and on that account a principal ingredient in the po- hallow or consecrate it. WARB.

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