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Queen. 3 Ah me! what act,
That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index ?
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it Love; for, at your age,
is, I think, not fo ftriking as triftful, which was, I fuppofe, chofen at the revifal. I believe the whole paffage now ftands as the authour gave it. Dr. War burton's reading reftores two improprieties, which Shakespeare, by his alteration, had removed. In the firft, and in the new reading: Heav'n's face glows with trilful vifage, and, Heav'n's face is thought-fick. To the common leading there is no just objection.
3 Queen. Ay me! what act, That roars fo loud, and thunders
in the index?] This is a frange anfwer. But the old quario brings us nearer to the poet's fenfe, by dividing the lines thus;
Queen. Ab me, what act?
Ham. That roars so loud, and thunders in the Index. Here we find the Queen's answer very natural. He had faid the Sun was thought-fick at the act, She says,
Ah me? what a}}?
He replies, (as we should read it)
He had before faid Heav'n was
The meaning is, What is this a&, of which the discovery, or mention, cannot be made, but with this violence of clamour ?
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
4 In former editions,
Senfe, fure, you have, Elfe could you not have MO-1 But from what philofophy our editors learnt this, I cannot tell. Since motion depends fo little upon fenfe, that the grea eft part of motion in the universe, is amongst bodies devoid of fenfe. We should read
Elfe could you not have NO
i, e. intellect, reafon, &c. This alludes to the famous peripatetic principle of Nil fit in INTELLECTU, quod non fuerit in SEN
And how fond our author was of applying, and alluding to, the principles of this philofophy, we have given feveral inftances. The principle in particular has been fince taken for the foundation of one of the nobleft works that these latter ages have produced. WARBURTON. rebellious bell,
If thou canst mutiny in a ma-
If thou canft mutiny in a matron's bones,
Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more,
Ham Nay, but to live
In the rank fweat of an incestuous bed,
Queen. Oh, fpeak no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
Ham. A murderer, and a villain!-
mer's emendation produces non-
Reafon pardons Will.
Vice of Kings ;] A low mimick of Kings. The Vice is the fool of a farce; from whom the modern Punch is defcended.
That from a fhelf, &c.] This is faid not unmeaningly, but to fhew, that the ufurpér came not to the crown by any glorious villany that carried danger with it, but by the low cowardly theft of WARB. a common pilferer.
Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
[Starting up. You heav'nly guards! What would your gracious figure?
Queen. Alas, he's mad
Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, That's, 3 laps'd in time and paffion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? O fay!
Ghost. Do not forget. This vifitation
Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?.
2 A King of fored and patches.] This is faid, purfuing the idea of the Vice of Kings. The Vice was dreffed as a fool, in a coat
of party-coloured patches.
-laps'd in time and paf fion, That having fuf
fered time to flip, and paffion to cool, lets g", &c.
4. -like life in excrements,] The hairs are excrementitious, that is, without life or fenfation : yet those very hairs, as if they had life, ftart up, &c. POPE.
Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and caufe conjoin'd, preaching to ftones,
[Pointing to the Ghoft. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves.
Ham. Why, look you there! Look, how it fteals away!
My father in his habit as he liv'd!
Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal,
Ham. What Ecftafy?
My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time,
5-do not spread the compof, &c.] Do not, by any new in
dulgence, heighten your