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For, in the fatness of these purfy times,
Ham. O, throw away the worfer part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night; but go not to mine uncle's bed, Affume a virtue, if you have it not. 7 That monster custom, who all fenfe doth eat Of habits, Devil, is angel yet in this; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewife gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night; And that fhall lend a kind of eafiness To the next abftinence; the next, more eafy; For ufe can almost change the stamp of Nature, And mafter ev'n the Devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are defirous to be bleft, I'H Bleffing beg of you. For this fame Lord, [Pointing to Polonius.
I do repent: but heav'ns have pleas'd it fo,
6-curb-] That is, bend and truckle.
7 That monfter cuftum, who all fenfe doth eat
Of Habit's Devil, is angel yet in this:] This paffage is left out in the two elder folio's: It is certainly corrupt, and the play. ers did the difcreet part to ftifle what they did not understand. Habit's Devil certainly arofe from fome conceited tamperer with the text, who thought it was neceffary, in contralt to Angel. The emendation of the text I owe to
the fagacity of Dr. Thirly. That morfter cuftim, who al fenfe doth eat,
Of habits evil, is angel, &c.
THEOBALD. I think Thirlby's conjecture wrong, though the fucceeding editors have followed it; Angel and Der il are evidently oppofed,
To punish this with me, &c.] This is Harmer's reading; the other editions have it,
To punish me with this, and this with me.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night!
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Queen. What fhall I do?
Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid you do. 9 Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his moufe; And let him, for a pair of reechy kiffes,
Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath,
Ilam. I muft to England, you know that?
9 Let the fond King-] The old quarto reads,
Let the bloat King·
i.e bloated, which is better, as more expreffive of the fpeaker's WARBURTON. There's Letter Seal'd, &c.] The ten following verfes are added out of the old edition.
adders fang'd ;] That is, Adders with their fangs, or poiJonous teeth, undrawn. It has been the practice of mountebanks to boast the efficacy of their antidotes by playing with vi pers, but they firft difabled their fangs.
They bear the mandate; they must fweep my way,
Hoift with his own petard; and 't shall go hard,
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
A Royal Apartment.
Enter King and Queen, with Rofincrantz, and Guildenstern.
HERE's matter in these fighs; these profound heaves
You must tranflate; 'tis fit, we understand them. Where is your fon?
*This play is printed in the old editions without any feparation of the A&s. The divifion is modern and arbitrary; and is here not very happy, for the R 4
paufe is made at a time when there is more continuity of action than in almost any other of the Scenes.
Queen, Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rof. and Guild. who go out. Ah, my good Lord, what have I feen to-night? King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the feas, and wind, when both con tend
Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
King. O heavy deed!
It had been fo with us had we been there.
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,
The fun no fooner fhall the mountains touch,
3 out of haunt,] I would rather read, out of harm.
4 — Lk jone ore] Shakespeare
feems to think ore to be Or, that is, gold. Bafe metals have ore no less than precious.
Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern.
Friends both, go join you with some further aid
[Exeunt Rof. and Guild. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wifeft friends, And let them know both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done. For, haply, Slander, 5 Whofe whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its pofon'd fhot; may miss our Name,
5 Whose whisper o'er the
O, come away!] Mr. Pope takes notice, that I replace fome verfes that were imperfect, (and, tho' of a modern date, feem to be genuine;) by inferting two words. But to fee, what an accurate and faithful collator he is; I produced these verses in my SHAKESPEARE restored, from a quarto edition of Hamlet, printed in 1637, and happened to fay, that they had not the authority of any earlier date in print, that I knew of, than that quarto. Upon the ftrength of this Mr. Pope comes and calls the lines modern, tho' they were in the quartos of 1605. and 1611, which I had not then feen, but both of which Mr. Pope pretends to have collated. The
verfes carry the very ftamp of Shakef eare upon them. The coin, indeed, has been clipt from our first receiving it; but it is not fo diminished, but that with a small affiftance we may hope to make it pass current. I am far from affirming, that, by inferting the words, For, haply, Siander, I have given the poet's very words; but the fupplement is fuch as the fentiment naturally seems to demand. The poet has the fame thought, concerning the diffufive pow'rs of flander, in another of his plays.
No, 'tis flander ;
Whofe edge is harper that the
Nile, whofe breath
and doth bely
All corners of the world.