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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: Go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. To a nunnery go.

A DISORDERED MIND. 0, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form, The observ'd of all observers! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That upmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasy to

CALUMNY. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

* The model by whom all endeavoured to form themselves. + Alienation of mind.

HAMLET'S INSTRUCTION TO THE PLAYERS. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the towncrier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. 0, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings *; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for out-doing Termayant; it outherods Herodt: Pray you, avoid it.

Play. I warrant your honour.

Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressuret. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must, in your allowances, overweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play, -and 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 bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and

* The meaner people then seem to have sat in the pit. † Herod's character was always violent.

Impression, resemblance. § Approbation.

not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

Play. I hope, we have reformed that indifferently with us.

Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugb, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question * of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool ihat uses it. ON FLATTERY, AND AN EVIL-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 feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be

flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnantt binges of the knee, Where thrist may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men dis'inguish 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 buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those, Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.


'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


* Conversation, discourse.

† Quick, ready.

And do such business as the bitter day
Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.-
0, heart, 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.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder!-Pray 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,
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
But to confront the visage of offence ?
And what's in prayer, but this twofold 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 possessid
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:
There is no shufiling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one can not repent?


0, wretched state! 0, bosom, black as death! 0, limid * soul; that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay! Bow stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of steel; Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; All may be well!

[Retires, and kneels.

Enter 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 reveng'd? That would be scann'dt: A villain kills my father; and, for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary $, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread; 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 reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent||: When he is drunk, asleep, or in bis rage; Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed; At gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't: Then trip him, that his beels may kick at heaven: And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto it goes.


Queer. What have I done, that thon dar'st wag thy In noise so rude against me?

(tongue Ham.

Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;

* Caught as with bird-lime, + Should be considered. † Only. Reward. || Seize bim at a more borrid time.

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