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Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, “ Man delights not me ?"

Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you : we coted b them on the way; and hither are they coming, to offer you service.

Ham. He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty shall have tribute of me: the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target : the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace : the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for 't.-What players are they?

Ros. Even those you were wont to take delight in, the tragedians of the city.

Ham. How chances it they travel ? their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation.

Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so followed ?

Ros. No, indeed, they are not.
Ham. How comes it? Do they grow rusty ?

Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically clapped for 't : these are now the fashion; and so be ratile the common stages, (so they call them,) that many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose quills, and dare scarce come thither.

Ham. What, are they children ? who maintains them ? how are they escoted ?c Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing ? will they not

& Lenten-sparing-like fare in Lent.
b Coted-overtook-weut side by side—from côté.
c Escoted-paid.

say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players, (as it is like most, if their means are no better,) their writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their own succession ?

Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre them to controversy :* there was, for a while, no money bid for argument, unless the poet and the player went to cufts in the question.

Ham. Is 't possible?

Guil. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

Ham. Do the boys carry it away?

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too

Ham. It is not strange; for mine uncle is king of Denmark; and those that would make mowes at him while my father lived, give twenty, forty, an hundred ducats a-piece, for his picture in little. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.

(Flourish of trumpets within. Guil. There are the players.

Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands. Come : the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony : let me comply with you in the garb; lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment than yours. You are welcome : but my uncle-father, and aunt-mother, are deceived.

Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

Ham. I am but mad north-north-west : when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.b

Enter POLONIUS. Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen! . a To tarre is to exasperate.

Handsaw—the corruption in this proverbial expression of heronshaw-hernshaw, a heron.

Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern,-and you too ;-at each ear a hearer ; that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swathing clouts.

Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them ; for, they say, an old man is twice a child.

Ham. I will prophesy. He comes to tell me of the players ; mark it.-You say right, sir : o' Monday morning; 't was so, indeed.

Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.

Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome,

Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord.
Ham. Buz, buz!
Pol. Upon mine honour,
Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastorical-comical, historicalpastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historicalpastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ, and the liberty, these are the only men.

Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, ---what a treasure hadst thou !

Pol. What a treasure bad he, my lord ?
Ham. Why-

One fair daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Pol. Still on my daughter.

[Aside. Ham. Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?

Pol. If you call me Jephtbah, my lord, I have a daughter, that I love passing well.

Ham. Nay, that follows not.
Pol. What follows then, my lord ?
Ham. Why,

“ As by lot, God wot," and then you know,

“ It came to p.:ss, As most like it was."

The first row of the pious chanson will show you more : for look, where my abridgments come.

Enter Four or Five Players. You are welcome, masters; welcome, all :--I am glad to see thee well ;-welcome, good friends.-0, my old friend! Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last; Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark ?- What! my young lady and mistress! By-'r-lady, your ladyship is nearer heaven, than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring.Masters, you are all welcome. We 'll e'en to 't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see : We'll have a speech straight : Čome, give us a taste of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

1 Play. What speech, my lord ?

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,--but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; it was caviarie to the general : but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an excellent play; well digested in the scenes ; set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said, there were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter savoury; nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affectation; but called it, an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One chief speech in it I chiefly loved : 't was Æneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast, It is not so ; it begins with Pyrrhus.

a Sallets-ribaldry.

The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay conched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
Now is he total gules; a horridly trick'd b
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons;
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and damned light
To their vile murthers : Roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken ; with good accent, and good discretion.

1 Play. Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command : Unequal match'd,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel his blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick :
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death: anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region: So, after Pyrrhus' pause,
A roused vengeance sets him new a work ;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armours, forg'd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.-
Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
In general synod, take away her power;

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