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Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
at once despatch'd :] Despatch'd, for bereft. 3 Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;] Unhousel'd is without having received the sacrament. Disappointed, as Dr. Johnson observes, “ is the same as unappointed, and may be properly explained unprepared. A man well furnished with things necessary for an enterprise, was said to be well appointed." Unanel'd is without extreme unction.
pale his uneffectual fire:) Fire that is no longer seen when the light of morning approaches.
And shall I couple hell 2-0 fye!-Hold, hold, my
heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven. O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,'— meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,-
So be it!
this distracted globe.] i. e. in this head confused with thought.
• My tables,–] Table-books in the time of our author appear to have been used by all ranks of people. In the church they were filled with short notes of the sermon, and at the theatre with the sparkling sentences of the play.
Now to my word;] Hamlet alludes to the watch-word given every day in military service, which at this time he says is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
come, bird, come.] This is the call which falconers use to
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
What news, my lord?
Good my lord, tell it.
Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
lord, Ham. How say you then; would heart of man
once think it?But you'll be secret, Hor. Mar.
Ay, by heaven, my lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den
mark, But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right;
There's no offence, my lord.
their hawk in the air, when they would have him come down to them.
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you;
desire to know what is between us, O'er-master it as you may. And now, good friends, As you
are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Hor.
What is't, my lord? We will. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to
night. Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. Ham.
Nay, but swear't. Hor.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
there, true-penny? Come on,—you hear this fellow in the cellarage,– Consent to swear. Hor.
Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, , Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Hic & ubique? then we'll shift our ground:-
Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear by his sword.
earth so fast? A worthy pioneer !-Once more remove, good
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
9 Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!] The skill displayed in Shakspeare's management of his Ghost, is too considerable to be overlooked. He has rivetted our attention to it by a succession of forcible circumstances:—by the previous report of the terrified centinels,-by the solemnity of the hour at which the phantom walks, —by its martial stride and discriminating armour, visible only per incertam lunam, by the glimpses of the moon,—by its long taciturnity,—by its preparation to speak, when interrupted by the morning cock, -by its mysterious reserve throughout its first scene with Hamlet,-by his resolute departure with it, and the subsequent anxiety of his attendants,—by its conducting him to a solitary angle of the platform,-by its voice from beneath the earth, and by its unexpected burst on us in the closet.
Hamlet's late interview with the spectre, must in particular be regarded as a stroke of dramatick artifice. The phantom might have told his story in the presence of the Officers and Horatio, and yet have rendered itself as inaudible to them, as afterwards to the Queen. But suspense was our poet's object; and never was it more effectually created, than in the present instance. Six times