steel;

But do not dull thy palm with entertain

ment

Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware

Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich not gaudy;

For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station,

Are most select and generous, chief in that.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of hus-
bandry.

This above all-to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou can'st not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee.

Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,

Let me not think on't;-Frailty, thy name is woman!

A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body,

Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,[of reason, heaven! a beast, that wants discourse Would have mourn'd longer,--married with my uncle,

My father's brother; but no more like my father,

Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.

HAMLET'S ADDRESS TO HIS FATHER'S GHOST.

ANGELS and ministers of grace defend us!

ethou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee,
Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me:
Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell
Why, thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in
death,

Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,

Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,

To cast thee up again! What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again, in complete Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, steel, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature,

So horribly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

your ears:

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interréd with their bones;
So let it be with Cæsar! The noble
Brutus

Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious:
If it were so, it were a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
(For Brutus is an honourable man,
So are they all, all hono irable men),
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,

Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of
Cæsar,

I found it in his closet,-tis his will;
Let but the commons hear this testament

me;

But Brutus says he was ambitious?

And Brutus is an honourable man.

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