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Ros., Guil. We will, my lord.

[Exeunt Rosen. and GUIL. Ham. What ho! Horatio !

Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.

Hor. Oh, my dear lord, -

Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revénue hast but thy good spirits

60 To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be

flattered ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta’en with equal thanks; and blest are those 70 Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
heart's core, ay,


heart of heart,
As I do thee. - Something too much of this. -
There is a play to-night before the king;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance

Which I have told thee of my father's death. 80 I pr’ythee, when thou see'st that act a-foot,

Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle ; if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speeeh,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan’s stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.

Well, my lord;
90 If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And’scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be idle: Get you a place.

Danish march; flourish. Enter King, QUEEN, POLONIUS,

Lords attendant, with the Guard carrying torches

King, How fares our cousin Hamlet?

Ham. Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish : I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capois so,

King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.

Ham. No, nor mine now. – [To POLONIUS] My 100 lord, you played once in the university, you say?

Pol. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.

Ham. And what did you enact?

Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar; I was killed i’ the Capitol; Brutus killed me.

Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. — Be the players ready?

Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. 110

Ham. No, good mother; here's metal more attractive.

Pol. [To the King] Oh, hol do you mark that?
Oph. You are merry.
Ham. Who, I?
Oph. Ay, my lord.

Ham. O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? for, look you, how cheer

fully my mother looks, and my father died within 's 120 two hours.

Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

Ham. So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year; but by-pr-lady, he must build churches then ; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is, “For, O, for, 0, the hobby-horse is forgot.”

Hautboys play. The dumb show enters

Enter a King and a QUEEN, very lovingly; the QUEEN

embracing him and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck : lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The QUEEN returns ; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The PoisonER, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The POISONER woos the QUEEN with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love.

[Exeunt Oph. What means this, my lord ?

130 Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play.

Enter Prologue Ham. We shall know by this fellow; the players cannot keep counsel ; they'll tell all.

Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ?
Ham. Ay, or any show.
Oph. I'll mark the play.
Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,

140 Here stooping to your clemency,

We beg your hearing patiently.
Ham. Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?
Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.
Ham. As woman's love.

Enter two Players, King and QUEEN P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart gone

round Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground, And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen

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