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Queen. 3 Ah me! what act,

That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index ?
Ham. Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit prefentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was feated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye, like Mars, to threaten or command,
A ftation, like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kiffing hill,
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every God did feem to fet his feal,
To give the world affurance of a man.
This was your husband, -Look you now, what

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)
That roars fo loud, IT thunders
To the INDIES.

He had before faid Heav'n was
fhocked at it; he now tells her,
it refounded all the world over.
This gives us a very good fenfe
where all fenfe was wanting.

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,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
Would step from this to this. Senfe, fure, you have,
Elfe could you not have notion; but, fure, that fenfe
Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err;
Nor fenfe to ecftafy was ne'er fo thrall'd,
But it referv'd fome quantity of choice
To ferve in fuch a diff'rence.: What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen'd you a hoodman blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without fight,
Ears without hands or eyes, fmelling fans all,
Or but a fickly part of one true sense
Could not fo mope.
O fhame! where is thy blush? rebellious hell,


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-

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If thou canft mutiny in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no fhame,
When the compulfive ardour gives the charge;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And Reafon panders Will.


Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more,
Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul,
And there I fee fuch black and
As will not leave their tinct.

Ham Nay, but to live


In the rank fweat of an incestuous bed,
Stew'd. in corruption, honying and making love
Over the nafty sty!

Queen. Oh, fpeak no more;

These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
No more, fweet Hamlet.

Ham. A murderer, and a villain!-
A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent Lord. A Vice of Kings?
A cutpurfe of the Empire and the Rule,
That from a fhelf the precious Diadem stole
And put it in his pocket.
Queen. No more.

mer's emendation produces non-
fene. May not what is faid of
heat, be faid of bell, that it will
mutiny wherever is is quartered?
-Re fons panies Will.] So
the folio, I think rightly; but
the reading of the quarto is de-


grained spots,

Reafon pardons Will.
7-grained-] Died in grain.
8 incestuous bed,] The folio
has enfeamed, that is, greafy bed.



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.


Enter Ghost.


Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings,

[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
Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother fits;
Oftep between her and her fighting foul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.

Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?.
Queen. Alas, how is't with you?
That thus you bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your fpirits wildly peep,
And as the fleeping foldiers in th' alarm,
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up, and ftand on end. O gentle fon,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you


look ?

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.


R 2

Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale he glares!

His form and caufe conjoin'd, preaching to ftones,
Would make them capable. Do not look on me,
Left with this piteous action you convert
My ftern effects; then what I have to do,
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood.
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Ham. Do you fee nothing there?

[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,
[Exit Ghoft.
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain,
This bodilefs creation Ecftafy
Is very cunning in.

Ham. What Ecftafy?

My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time,
And makes as healthful mufick. 'Tis not madness
That I have utter'd; bring me to the teft,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your foul,
That not your trefpafs, but my madness, speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;
Whilft rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confefs yourself to heav'n;
Repent what's past, avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compoft on the weeds
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;

5-do not spread the compof, &c.] Do not, by any new in

dulgence, heighten your

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