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And thus the native hue of resolution
[Seeing Oph. The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembred.
Oph. Good my lord,
Ham. I humbly thank you, well;
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
Ham. No, I never gave you aught.
Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you
Ham. Ha, ha ! are you honest?
Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honefty ?
And it is observable that Virgil, before he enters upon a Description of
Dii, quibus imperium eft Animarum, Umbræq; folentes,
Ham. Ay, truly; (36) for the power of beauty will fooner transform honesty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honesty can translate beauty into its like ness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
Opb. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
Ham. You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot fo inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.
Opb. I was the more deceived. : Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of finners? I am my self indifferent honest ; but
yet I could accuse me of such Things, that it were berter, my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows, as I, do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of us ways to a nunnery Where's your father? Oph. At home, my
lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel.
Oph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns!
Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.Get thee to a nunnery,
farewel Or if thou wilt needs marry, márry (36) Ay, truely ; for the Power of Beauty will sooner transform Honefly from what it is to a Bawd; &c.] Our Author has twice before, in his As you like it, play'd with a Sentiment bordering upon this.
Celia. Tis true, for those, that the makes fair, foe searce makes honeft ; and those, that she makes honest, joe makes very ill-favour'd.
The Foundation of both Passages may possibly have been of Claflical
Lis eft cum
fool; for wise men know. well enough, -what monsters you make of them
To a nunnery, go
--and quickly too: farewel.
Oph. Heav'nly powers, restore him!
Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make your selves 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 on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, Ihall live ; the rest shall keep as they are. Toa nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet.
Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here oʻerthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword! Th’expectancy and rose of the fair State, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th observ'd of all observers, quite, quire down! I am of ladies molt deject and wretched, That suck'd the hony of his musick vows: Now fee that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune,, and harsh ; That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth, Blasted with extalie. Oh, woe is me! T' have seen what I have seen ; see what I fee.
Enter King and Polonius. King.- Love! his affections do not that way tend, Nor what he spake, tho' it lack?d form a little, Was not like madness. Something's in his soul, O'er which his melancholy fits on brood; And, I do doubt, the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger, which, how to prevent, I have in quick determination Thus set it down. He shall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected Tribute : Haply, the Seas and Countries different, With variable objects, thall expel : la This something settled matter in his heart ; "O JORI Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on'c?
· Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I believe,
King. It shall be fo:
' ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may fay, whirl-wind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offend's 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 shews, and noise :, I could have suck a fellow whipt for o'er-doing Termagant; it outherods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.
Play. I warrant your. Honour.
Ham. Be not too tame neither ; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'er-step 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 fhew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his formi and pressure. Now this over-done, or
come tardy of, tho' it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve : the censure of which one müst in your allowance o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. Oh, there be Players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, (not to speak it prophanely) that neither having the accent of christian, nor the gate of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journey-men had made men, and not made them well ; they imitated humanity fo abominably.
Play. I hope, we have reform'd that indifferently with
Ham. Oh, 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 laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, fome neceffary question of the Play be then to be considered : That's villanous ; and shews a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
Enter Polonius, Rosincrantz, and Guildenstern. How now, my lord ? will the King hear this piece of
work? Pol. And the Queen too, and that presently. Ham. Bid the Players make hafte. [Exit Polonius. Will
you two help to haften them? Both. We will, my lord.
(Exeunt. Ham. What, ho, Horatio !
Enter Horatio to Hamlet. Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a Man, As e'er my conversation coap'd wichal.
Hor. Oh my dear lord,
Ham. Nay, do not think, I Aatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue haft, but thy good spirits, To feed and cloath thee? Should the poor be flatter'd?