Ham. Seems, Madam? nay, it is, I know not jeems : "Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn Black To give thefe mourning duties to your father: To do (2) obfequious forrow. But to perfevere (1) your father loft a father: That father, bis; and the furvivor bound-] Thus Mr. Pope judiciously corrected the faulty copies. On which the editor Mr. Theobald thus defcants; This fuppofed refinement is from Mr. Pope, but all the editions elfe, that I bave met with, old and modern, read, That father loft, loft bis ; The reduplication of which word bere gives an energy and an elegance WHICH IS MUCH EASIER TO BE CONCEIVED THAN EX PLAINED IN TERMS. I believe fo: For when explained in terms it comes to this; That father after he had loft himself, loft his father. But the reading is ex fide Codicis, and that is enough. WARBURΤΟΝ, I do not admire the repetition of the word, but it has fo much of our authour's manner, that I find no temptation to recede from the old copies. (2) obfiquious forrow.] Obfequious is here from obfequiés, or funeral ceremonies. (3) In obftinate condolement, caufe forrow is ufed to be condoled. (4) a will most incorrect -] Condolement, for forrow; be WARBURTON. Incorrect, for untutor❜d. WARBURTON. For, what we know must be, and is as common As of a father; for let the world take note, Hamlet Than that which deareft father bears his fon, (5) To Reafon most abfurd; Rafn for experience. WARBURTON. Reafon is here ufed in its common fenfe, for the faculty by which we form conclufions from arguments. (6) And with no lefs nobility of love,] Nobility, for Magnitude. Nobility is rather generofity. WARBURTON, (7) Do I impart tow'rd you. -] Impart, for profess. WARBURTON. I believe impart is, impart myself, communicate whatever I can. bestow. (8) No jocund health,] The King's intemperance is very strongly impreffed; every thing that happens to him gives him occafion to drink. And And the King's rowse the heav'n fhall bruit again, SCENE III. Manet Hamlet. Ham. Oh, that this too too folid flesh would melt, Thaw, and refolve itself into a dew! (9) Or that the Everlafting had not fixt His cannon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! (9) Or that the Everlasting bad not fix'd Vifit His cannon "gainft felf flaughter!] The generality of the editions read thus, as if the Poet's thought were, Or that the Almighty bad not planted bis artillery, or arms of vengeance, against felf-murder. But the word, which I restored, (and which was efpous'd by the accurate Mr. Hughes, who gave an edition of this Play;) is the true reading. i. e. That he had not reftrain'd fuicide by his exprefs law, and peremptory prohibition. THEOBALD. (1) So excellent a King, that was, to this, Hyperion to a Satyr: -] This fimilitude at firft fight feems to be a little far-fetch'd; but it has an exquifite beauty. By the Satyr is meant Pan, as by Hyperion, Apollo. Pan and Apollo were brothers, and the allufion is to the contention between those two Gods for the preference in mufick. WARBURTON. (2) In former editions, That be permitted not the winds of beav'n] This is a fophiftical reading, copied from the players in fome of the modern editions, for want of understanding the Poet, whofe text is corrupt in the old impreffions: All of which that I have had the fortune to fee, concur in reading; So loving to my mother, That be might not beteene the winds of beav'n Vifit ber face too roughly. Beteene is a corruption without doubt, but not fo inveterate a one, but that, by the change of a fingle letter, and the feparation of F S two Vifit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!! By what it fed on; yet, within a month, Let me not think Frailty, thy name is Woman. A little month! or ere thofe shoes were old, O heav'n! (3) a beaft, that wants difcourfe of reafon, uncle, married with mine My father's brother; but no more like my father, woll But break, my heart, for I muft hold my tongue. SCENE IV. Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. Hail to your Lordship! Ham. I am glad to fee Horatio, you well; or I do forget myfelf? Hor. The fame, my lord, and your poor fervant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend, I'll change that name with you; 67 two words miftakenly jumbled together, I am verily perfuaded, I have retrieved the Poet's reading. That be might not let e'en the winds of heav'n, &c. THEOBALD. (3) --- a beaft, that wants difcourfe of reafon,] This is finely expreffed, and with a philofophical exactnefs. Beafts want not reafon, but the difcourfe of reafon i. e. the regular inferring one thing from another by the affiftance of univerfals. WARBURTONL Difcourfe of reafon, as the logicians name the third operation of the mind, is indeed a philofophical term, but it is fine no otherwife than as it is proper; it coft the authour nothing, being the common language of his time. Of finding fuch beauties in any poet there is no end. And And (4) what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Mar. My good lord Ham. I a am very glad to fee you; (5) good even, Sir. We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. Hor: Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables. My father methinks, I fee my father. Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatianco n Hor. I faw him once, he was a goodly King. Hor. My lord, I think, I faw him yesternight. (4) doing. what make you] A familiar phrafe for what are you (5) good even, Sir.] So the copies. Sir Tb. Hanmer and Dr. Warburton put it, good morning. The alteration is of no importance, but all licence is dangerous. There is no need of any change. Between the first and eighth fcene of this act it is apparent that a natural day muft pafs, and how much of it is already over, there is nothing that can determine. The King has held a council. It may now as well be evening as morning. (6) Deareft, for direft, moft dreadful, moft dangerous. *Hor. I faw bim once, be was A goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, Eye fhail not look upon bis like again. the true fpirit of Shakespeare, than 7. The emendation of Sir T. SAMWEL. ] This feems to me more . Mr. HOLT. Ham, |