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The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form,
HAMLET'S INSTRUCTIONS TO THE PLAYERS. Speak the speech, I pray yo®:, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but is vou mouth it, as many of our plarers do, I had as liefihe town-crier spoke iny lines. Nor do not saw the air 100 mucli with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may sar) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and begei a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends nie to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-patrol fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to spilit the ears of the groundlings;† who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noisc: I would have such a fellow whipped for out-iloing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.f Pray
you, avoid it.
Plar. I warrant your hono'ır.
Huni. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the woril, the word to the action; with this special observaner, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is froni the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, 10 hold, as 'were the mirror up to nature; 10 show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. T. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off
* The inodel by whom all endeavoured to forin thème selves.
+ Alienation of mind. The meaner people then seem to have sat in the pit. & Heroil's character was always violent, I impression, resemblance.
though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the justicious griere; the censure of which one, nust in your allowance,* overweigh a whole theatie of others. O, there be players, ihat I have seen play, -anid heard others praise, and that highly--not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowel, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen hat made men, and not made thein well, they imitated humanity so alon nally.
Play. I hope, we have reformed that indifferently with us.
Han. O, reform it altogether. And, let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them, for incre be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though in the meantime, some necessary questions of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
ON FLATTERY, AND AN EVEN-MINDED MAN. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To seed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be
flatter'd? 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, She hath seal'd 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 blessed are those Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger * Approbation.
| Conversation, discourse. $ Quick, ready.
To sound what stop she please: Give me that man
'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot
blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.0, heari, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel, not unnatural: I will speak daggers to her, but use none. THE KING'S · ESPAIRING SOLILOQUY, AND HAMLET'S
REFLECTIONS ON HIM.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder!-Prav can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, l'a wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! That cannot be; since I am still possess'd or those effects for which I did the inurder, My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardun'd, and retain the offence? In the worrupted currents of this world, Offence: gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself.
Bure out the law: But 'tis not so above:
(Retires and kneels
Enler HAMLET. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: And so am I rereng’d? That would be scann'd:t A villain kills my father; and, for that, 1, his soleţ son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire, and salary, not revenge. He took my father grosslv, full of breail; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then revengod, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season for his passage? No. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage; Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bell; At gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't: Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven: And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto ii goes.
* Caught as with bird-lime. + Should be considered.
# Only. & Reward. 11 Se.ze him at a more horrid time.
HAMLET AND HIS MOTHER. Queen. What have I done, thou dar’st wag thy
Such an act,
Ah me, what act,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion’số curls; the front of Jove himself: An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station || like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where erery god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.-Look you now, what fol
lows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting 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, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment: And what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense,** sure you have, * Marriage contract. + Sorrowful.
Index of contents prefixed to a book. § Apollo's. || The act of standing. I To grow fat. ** Sensation.