"Twill make a charming ballet-pantomime- But if the play affect him, I shall tell, O! [Exit Hamlet. IND OF THE FIRST ACT. HAMLET TRAVESTIE.. ACT THE SECOND.. SCENE I. A Chamber in the Palace. Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, Ophelia, RosenCRANTZ,, and GUILDENSTERN. King And can you, by no drift of conversation, Rosen. He does confess himself non compos mentis, (a) Guilden. He'll not be sounded; he knows well enough Queen. Did you not try to get him out to play? Rosen. It chanc'd we met the actors on the way: He jump'd for joy to hear it: they're at court; Polonius. 'Tis true; and Hamlet says, that if your graces Will come to see the play, he'll book you places. King. With all my heart: right glad am I to find Rosen. My Lord, we'll do our best. King. Sweet Gertrude, march your carcase: we have sent He here may meet Ophelia.-Thro' the key-hole Polonius. (To Ophelia) Here, take this book; he'll think you're at your pray❜rs. (To the King) Come, let's be off; I hear him on the [Exeunt King and Polonius. stairs. (Tune-" Here we go up, up, up.") When a man becomes tir'd of his life, His reflections most serious ought to be. Had he best bear them tamely, or no? To die is to sleep-nothing more— Ri tol de rol, &c. 'Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly Or who would bear fardels, and take Kicks, cuffs, frowns, and many an odd thing, And end all his cares with a bodkin? Ri tol de rol, &c. Truly, death is a fine thing to talk of, But I'll leave it to men of more learning; To bear up as we can 'gainst our sorrow : So if things go not easy to-day, Let us hope they'll go better to-morrow. Ri tol de rol, &e. Hamlet. Oh, ho! Ophelia here. I'll shew my airs.- (Aside.) Think of my pranks, Ophelia, in your pray'rs. Ophelia. I hope you're well, my Lord. (Aside) I fear he'll bite (c). Hamlet. Methinks I'm something better, though not quite. |