Queen. 3 Ah me! what act, That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index ? This was your husband,Look you now, what follows; Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholesome 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, 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 triful vifage, and, Heav'n's face is thought-fick. To the common leading there is no juft objection. 3 Queen. Ay me! what act, That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index?] This is a frange anfwer. But the old quaro brings us nearer to the poet's fenfe, by dividing the lines thus; Queen. Ab me, what act? at your age, Ham. That roars fo loud, and thunders in the Index. Ah me? what act? To the INDIES. WARBURTON. The meaning is, What is this a&, of which the discovery, or mention, cannot be made, but with this violence of clamour ? The The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, What devil was't, That thus hath cozen'd you a hoodman blind? O fhame! where is thy blush? rebellious hell, If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones, And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no fhame, Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more, Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul, As will not leave their tinct. grained spots, 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! A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe I That from a fhelf the precious Diadem ftole And put it in his pocket. Queen. No more. mer's emendation produces nonfen e. May not what is faid of heat, be faid of hell, that it will mutiny wherever is is quartered? 6 Re fons panies Will.] So the folio, I think rightly; but the reading of the quarto is defenfible; -Reafon pardons Will. 7-grained-] Died in grain. 8 incestuous bed,] The folio has enfeamed, that is, greafy bed. 9 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, bu: by the low cowardly theft of a common pilferer. WARB. Enter 2 Enter Ghoft. Ham. A King of shreds and patchesŠave me! and hover o'er me with your wings, [Starting up. You heav'nly guards! What would your gracious fi gure? Queen. Alas, he's mad 3 Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, That's, 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 almost blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, Lady?. That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, 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 steals away! My father in his habit as he liv'd ! Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. Queen. This is the very coinage of This bodilefs creation Ecftafy Is very cunning in. Ham. What Ecftafy? [Exit Ghoft. your brain, 1 My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, 5-do not spread the compof, dulgence, heighten your former &c.] Do not, by any new m- offences. |