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Queen. Alas! he's mad.

(chide, For use almost can change the stamp of nature ;
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son 10 And either curb the devil or throw him out
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by With wondrous potency. Once more, good-
Th’important acting of your dread command? night!
O, say-

And when you are desirous to be blest,
Ghost. Do not forget : this visitation I'll blessing beg of you.
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Queen. What shall I do?

[do: But, look ! amazement on thy mother sits : Hum. Not this, by no means, that I bid you O step between her and her fighting soul ! Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; Pinch wanton on your check; call you his Speak to her, Hamlet.

mouse; Ham. How is it with you, lady?

And let him for a pair of reechy kisses, Queen. Alas! how is it with you,

Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd findo bend your eye on vacancy,

Make you to ravel all this matter out, [gers, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? That l'essentially am not in madness, [know. Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,

breath, Starts up and stands on end. (), gentle son,

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

What thou hast said to me. Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? Hum. I must to England, you know that? Ham. On him! on him! look you how pale Queen. Alark, I had forgot; he glares !

[stones, 'Tis so concluded on. His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to Ham. There's letters seald; and my two Would niake them capable. Do not look on me, schoolfellows, Lest, with this piteous action, you convert Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d, My stern effects; then, what I have to do They bear the mandate; they must sweep my Will want true color; 'tears, perchance, for

Queen. To whom do you speak this? [blood. And marshal me to knavery: let it work; Ham. Do you see nothing there?

For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Pointing to the Ghost. Hoist with his own petard: and it shall go hard, Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. But I will delve one yard below their mines, Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?

And blow them at the moon. Queen No, nothing, but ourselves.

Hamlet's Reflections on his own Irresolution. Ham. Why, look you there! look how it How all occasions do inform against me, steals away!

And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, My father, in his habit as he liv'd!

If his chief good and market of his time Look, where he goes, even now, out at the Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. portal

Exit Ghost. Sure, he, that inade us with such large discourse, Queen This is the very coinage of your brain: Looking before and after, gave us not This bodiless creation ecstasy

That capability and god-like reason Is very cunning iv.

To fust in us unus'd: now, whether it be Ham Ecstasy!

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep ..me, of thinking too precisely on the event, And inakes as healthful music: it is not madness (A thoughi, which, quarter’d, hath but one That I have utier'd ; bring me to the test,

part wisdom, And I the matter will re-word: which madness Ind ever three parts coward), I do not know Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Why yet I live io say, This thing's to do; Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and That not your trespass, but my madness speaks :

means, It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Witness, this army, of such mass, and charge, Infects unseen -Confess yourself to heaven; Led by a delicate and tender prince, Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Whose spirit with divine ambition pust, Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart Makes mouths at the invisible event; in twain.

Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, Ham (), throw away the worser part of it, Toʻall that fortune, death, and danger dare, And live the purer with the other half. Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great, Good night but go not to my uncle's bed : Is, not to stir without great argument; Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, That monster Custom, who all sense doth eat When honor's at the stake. How stand I then, Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this ;

That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Thal to the use of actions fair and good Excitements of my reason and my blood, He likewise gives a frock, or livery,

Ind let all sleep while to my shame I see That aptly is put on: refrain to night; The imminent death of twenty thousand men, And that shall lend a kind of easiness

That, for a phantasy, and trick of fame, To the next abstinence: the next more easy: Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot

Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Shall daub her lips with her own children's Which is not tomb enough and continent

blood; To hide the slain !-0, from this time forth, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Nor bruise her flow rets with the armed hoots Sorrows rarely single.

Of hostile paces : Those opposed eyes,
O Gertrude! Gertrude ! Which-like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, All of one nature, of one substance bred-
But in battalions.

Did lately meet in the intestine shock
The Divinity of Kings.

And furious close of civil butchery,
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person : Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,
There's such divinity doth hedge a king, March all one way: and be no more oppos d
That treason can but peep to what it would, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :
Act little of his will.

The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Description of Ophelia's Drowning. No more shall cut his master. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook,

King Henry's Character of Percy, and of his That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;

Son Prince Henry.
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long pur-

Yea, there thou mak'st me sad and mak'st me ples,

In envy, that my lord Northumberland [sin

Should be the father of so blest a son: That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call A son, who is the theme of honor's tongue; them :

Amongst a grove the very straightest plant; There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds

Who is sweet Fortune's minion, and her pride:

Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;

See riot and dishonor stain the brow
When down her weedy trophies, and herself,
Fell in the veeping brook. Her clothes spread of my young Harry.

Prince Henry's Soliloquy.
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: I know you all, and will a while uphold
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, The unyok'd humor of your idleness:
As one incapable of her own distress,

Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Or like a creature native and indued

Who doth perniit the base contagious clouds Unto that element; but long it could not be,

To smother up his beauty from the world; Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

That, when he please again to be himself, Pullid the poor wretch from her melodious lay Being wanted, he may more be wonder'd at, To muddy death.

By breaking through the foul and ugly mists A spotless Virgin buried.


vapours that did seem to strangle him. Lay her i' the earth;

If all the year were playin, holidays,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh To sport would be as tedious as to work;
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for
A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.

And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
This is inere madness:

And pay the debt I never promised ; And thus a while the fit will work on him; By Liow niuch better than my word I am, Anon, as patient as the female dove,

By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; When tirsi her golden couplets are disclos’d, And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, His silence will sit drooping.

My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault, Providence directs our Actions. Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,

And that should teach us, Than that which hath no foit to set it off. There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Rough-hew them how we will.

Redeeming time, when men think least I will.
A Health.
Give me the cups;

Hotspur's Description of a finical Courtier. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,

But, I remember, when the fight was done, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, "Now the King drinks to Hamlet.” [earth; Canie there a certain lord, neai, trioly drest,

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new-reap'd,

Show'd like a stubble land at harvest-home: $19. THE FIRST PART OF HENRY IV. He was perfumed like a milliner;

SHAKS PEARE. And twixt his finger and his thumb he held Peace after civil War.

A pouncet box, which ever and anon So shaken as we are, so wan with care,


gave his nose, and took 't away again :Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

Who, therewith angry, when it next came And breathe short-winded accents of new broils there,

(talk'd, To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. Took it in snuff — And still he smild and No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil And, as the soldiers bare dead bodies by, Crusade

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He call'd them untaught knares, unmannerly, , On some great sudden haste. O, what porTo bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

tents are these? Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, With many holiday and lady terms

And I must know it, else he loves me not. He question'd me; among the rest, demanded

Prodigies ridiculed. My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.

I cannot blame him: at my nativity, I then, all smarting with my wounds, being The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, [cold, Of burning cressets ; and, at my birth, Out of my grief and my impatience

The frame and huge foupdation of the earth Answer'd neglectingly I know not what; Shak'd like a coward. Heshould or beshould not; for he made me mad, Hot. Why so it would have done To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, At the same season, if your mother's cat And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Had kitten'd-tho' yourself had ne'er been bom. Of guns, and drums, and wounds (God save the mark !)

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth Was parmacity, for an inward bruise ; Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd, And that it was great pity, so it was, By the imprisoning of unruly wind That illanous saltpetre should be digg'd Within her womb; which, for enlargement Out of !he bowels of the harmless earth,

striving, Which inany a good tall fellow had destroy'd Shakes the old beldame Earth, and topples down So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, Steeples and moss-grown towers. He would himself have been a soldier.

On miserable Rhymers.

I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew, Danger.

Than one of these same metre-ballad-mongers; I'll read you inatter deep and dangerous ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, As full of peril and advent'rous spirit, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; As to o'erwalk a current, roaring loud, And that would

set my teeth nothing on edge, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag. Honor. By heaven, inethinks it were an easy leap,

Punctuality in Bargain. To pluck bright Honor from the pale-fac'd

I'll give thrice so much land Or dive into the bottom of the deep, [moon;

To any well-deserving friend; Where fathon-line could never" touch the But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, ground,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. And pluck up drowned Honor by the locks; A Husband sung to Sleep by a fair Wife. So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear

She bids you Without co-risal all her dignities.

Upon the wanton sushes lay you down, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, Lady Perry's pathetic Speech to her Husband. And on your eye-lids crown the go- of sleep,

O my good lord, why are you thus alone? Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness : For what offence have I, this fortnight, becn Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

As is the difference betwixt day and night, Tell me, sweet lord, what is it takes from thee The hour before the heavenly harness' team Thy stoinach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Begins his golden progress in the east. Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth, King Henry the Ilth to his Son. And start so often when thou siti'st alone? Had I so lavish of my presence been, Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thycheeks: So common hackney'd in the eyes of men, And giv'n my treasures, and my rights of thee, So stale and cheap to vulgar company, To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy Opinion, that did help me to the crowil In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd, Had still kept loyal to possession ; And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars; And left me in reputeless banishment, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. Cry, “ Courage! to the field !" and thou hast By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents, (talk'd But, like a comet, I was wondered at [he." Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;

That men would tell their children ; " This is Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

Others would say, “Where? which is BoOf prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,

Jinbroke?"" And all the currents of a heady fight.

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Thy spirit within the bath been so at war, And dress'd myself in such humility, And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: Even in the presence of the crowned king. And in thy face strange motions liave appear'a, Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ; Such as we sec when men restrain their breath My presence; like a robe pontifical,

Ne'er seen but wondered at: and so my state, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast; To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity. And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down Hotspur's Impatience for the Battle.
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,

--Let them come:
Soon kindled, and soon burned: carded his state; They come like sacrifices in their trim,
Mingled his royalty with capering fools; And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war,
Had his great name profaned with their scorns; All hot and bleeding, will we offer them:
And gave his countenance against his name, The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
Of every beardless vain comparative : To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,
Grew a companion to the common streets, And yet not ours: Come, let me take my horse,
Enfeofted himself to popularity :

Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt, That, being daily swallowed by men's eyes, Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales : They surfeited with honey; and began Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. More than a little is by much too much. O, that Glendower were come! So, when he had occasion to be seen,

Prince Henry's modest Challenge. He was but as the cuckow is in June,

Tell your nephew, Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes, The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world As, sick and blunted with community, In praise of Henry Percy; by my hopes Afford no extraordinary gaze,

This present enterprise set off his head Such as is bent on sun-like majesty

I do not think, a braver gentleman, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes : More active-valiant, or more valiant, young, But rather drows'd, and hung their eye-lids More daring, or more bold, is now alive, down,

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries; [full. I have a truant been to chivalry;
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and And so I hear he doth account me too:
Prince Henry's modest Defence of himself. Yet this before my father's majesty-

-God forgive them, that so much have I am content that he shall take the odds

Of his great name and estimation ;
Yoar inajesty's good thoughts away froin me! And will, to save the blood on either side,
I will redeein all this on Percy's head, Try fortune with him in a single fight.
And, in the closing of some glorious day,
Be bold to tell you that I am your son;

Prince Henry's pathetic Speech on the Death

of Hotspur. When I will wear a garment all of blood,

-Brave Percy - fare thee well, great heart! And stain my favours in a bloody mask,

Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame

shrunk ! with it.

When that this body did contain a spirit, And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, That this same child of honor and renown,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound; This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

But now, two paces of the vilest earth And your unthought of Harry chance to meet: Bears not alive, so stout a gentleman. [dead,

Is room enough :—This earth that bears there For ev'ry honor sitting on his helm,

If thou wert sensible of courtesy, Would they were multitudes; and on my head I should not make so dear a show of zeal :My shames redoubled: for the time will come But let my favors hide thy mangled face; That I shall make this northern youth exchange And, even in thy behalf, l’li thank myself, His glorious deeds for my indignities.

For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; And I will call him to so strict account,

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, That he shall render every glory up:

But not remeinber'd in thy epitaph!

Life demands Action. Yea, even the slighest worship of his time,

(), gentlemen, the time of life is short ; Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. This, in the name of God, I promise here :

To spend that shortness basely, were too long,

If life did ride upon a dial's point,
The which, if he be pleas'd I shall perform,
I do beseech your majesty may salve

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
The long grown wounds of my intemperance:
lí not, the end of life cancels all bonds; $ 20. THE 20 PART OF HENRY IV.
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,

SHAK3PEARE. Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

Prologue.-- Rumor.
A gallant Warrior.

I, from the orient to the drooping west, I saw young Harry–with his beaver on, Making the wind my posthorse, still unfold His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'da The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Rise from the ground, like feather’d Mercury, Upon my tongues continual slanders ride ; And vaulted with such ease into his seat, The which in ev'ry language I pronounce;

Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world :

And who but Rumor, who but only I, Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence, The rugged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
Whilst the big year,swoln with some other grief, To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland!
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war.

Let heaven kissearth! now let not Nature's hand And no such matter? Rumor is a pipe

Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;

And let this world no longer be a stage And of so easy and so plain a stop,

To feed contention in a ling'ring act; That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain The still discordant wavering multitude, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Can play upon it.

On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,

And darkness be the burier of the dead.
-Contention, like a horse

The Fickleness of the Vulgar.
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, An habitation giddy and unsure
And bears down all before him.

Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Post-Messenger.

O thou fond many; with what loud applause

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Boling. - After him, came, spurring hard,

broke, A gentlemen almost forespent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: And, being now trimmd in thine own desires,

Before he was what thou wouldst have him be! He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.

Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. He told me, that rebellion had ill luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold :

On Sleep. With that, he gave his able horse the head,

--Ogentle sleep, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Against the panting sides of his poor jade That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,

And steep my senses in forgetfulness! (down, He seem'd in running to devour the way,

Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Staying no longer question.

Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, [slumber;

And hush'd 'with buzzing night-flies to thy Messenger with ill News. Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Under the canopies of costly state, Foretels the nature of a tragic volume: And lull’d with sounds of sweetest melody? So looks the strond whereon th’imperious flood Othou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Hath left a witness'd usurpation. (cheek In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,

Thou tremblest : and the whiteness in thy A watch-case, or a common laruin-bell? Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, In cradle of the rude imperious surge; Drew Priani's curtain in the dead of night, And in the visitation of the winds, And would have told him half his Troy was Who take the ruffian billows by the top, burn'd.

Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging I see a strange confession in thine eye:

them Thou shak’st thy head; and hold'st it fear or sin, With deaf'ning clamors in the slippery clouds, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? The tongue offends not that reports his death : Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; Not he, which says the dead is not alive. And, in the calmest and the stillest night, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news With all appliances and means to boot, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Deny it to a king? Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

The Character of King Henry V. by his father. Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

He is gracious if he be observ'd; Greater griefs destroy the less. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Open as day for melting charity: Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

As humorous as winter, and as sudden Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, As flaws congealed in the spring of day. Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with His temper, therefore, must be well otserv'd ; grief,

(nice crutch; Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, Are thrice themselves : Hence therefore, thou When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, But, being moody, give him line and scope : Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, quoif;

Confound themselves with working.

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