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Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament
Grief joys, joy grieves, on fender accident.
This world is not for aye'; nor 'tis not strange,
That ev'n our loves should with our fortunes change.
For’eis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love leads fortune; or else forfune love.
The Great man down, you mark; his fav'rite flies;
The poor advanc'd, makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend ;
And who in want a hollow friend doth
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do lo contrary run,
That our devices ftill are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
Think still, thou will no fecond hufband wed';
But die thy thoughts, when thy firnd-Tord is dead.

Dutch. Nor earth to me give food," nor heaven light!
Sport and repofè lack from me, day and night!
To desperation turn my trust and hope !
An Anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife !
If, once a widow, ever I be wife. ,

Ham. If she should break it now

Duke. 'Tis deeply sworn ; Sweet, leave me here a while My fpirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.

[Sleeps. Dutch. Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain ! [Exit.

Ham. Madam, ; how like you this Play'? * Queen, The lady protests too much, micthinks. skii Ham. Oh, but he'll keep her word. was'?

King Have you 'heard the argument, is there no of fence in't?

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, offence i'th' world. :??:)

King. What do you call the Play?

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Ham. The Mouse-Trap ; Marry, how ? tropically. This Play is the image of a murther done in Vienna ; Gonzago is the Duke's name, his wife's Baptista ; you shall see anon, 'tis a knavish piece of Work ; but what o' that? your Majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not let the gall'a jade winch, our withers are unwrung.

Enter Lucianus.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the Duke.

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off niy edge.
Opb. Suill better and worfe. (40)
Ham. So

you
mistake

your

husbands.
Begin, murtherer.-Leave thy damnable faces, and begin.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time

agreeing :
Confederate season, and no creature seeing :

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(40) Still worse and worse.
Ham. So
you must take

your

Husbands.] Surely, this is the moft uncomfortable Lesson, that ever was preach'd to the poor Ladies : and I can't help wishing, for our own fakes too, it mayn't be true.

'Tis too foul a Blot upon our Reputations, that every Husband that a Woman takes must be worse than her former. The Poet, I am pretty certain, intended no such Scandal upon the Sex. But what a precious Collator of Copies is Mr. Pope ! All the old Quarto's and Folio's read.

Ophel. Still better and worse.

Ham. So you mistake Husbands. Hamlet is talking to her in such gross double Entendres, that she is forc'd to parry them by indirect Answers : and remarks, that tho' his Wit be Smarter, yet his Meaning is more blunt. This, I think, is the Sense of her

-Still better and worse. This puts Hamlet in mind of the Words in the Church Service of Matrimony, and he replies ; So you mistake Husbands, i. e. So you take Husbands, and find yourselves mistaken in them.

Thou

Thou mixture rank, of mid-night weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, (41)
Thy natural magick, and dire property,
On wholsome life usurp immediately.

[Pours the poifon in his ears. Ham. He poisons him i’th garden for's estate ; his name's Gonzago ; the story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. You

shall see anon how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

Oph. The King rises.
Ham. What, frighted with false fire !
Queen. How fares my lord ?
Pol. Give o'er the Play.
King. Give me some light. Away.
All. Lights, lights, lights !

[Exeunt.

Manent Hamlet and Horatio.

Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play:
For some must watch, whilst some must seep;

So runs the world away.
Would not this, Sir, and a forest of Feathers, (if the rest

(41) With Hecate's Bane thrice blafted,] Here, again, Mr. Pope approves himself a worthy Collator: for the old Quarto's and Folio's concur in reading, as I have reform'd the Text,

With Hecate's Bann tbrice blastedj.e. With her Curse, Execration. So, in Timon ;

Take thou that too, with multiplying Banns, 2 Henry VI.

Ay, ev'ry joint should seem to curse and bann. And again;

You bad me bann, and will you bid me leave ? Ibid.

&c. &c. &c. Befides, Words of Execration have been always practis'd in magical Operations. So Horace, to give a single Instance,

Canidia, parce vocibus tandem facris. Upon which Words Porphyrion has given us this short Comment. Dialogus nunc de Sacris, quià Sacrum religiosum et execrabile significat. Hermannus Figulus thus explains it ; Vocibus sacris.] Mális cantibus, & verbis magicis. And Badius Afcentius, ftill nearer to our purpose ; Sacris] id eft, Diris et imprecationibus in me abftine,

of

of my fortunes turn Turk with me) (42) with two provincial roses on my rayed shooes, get me a fellowship in a cry of Players, Sir?

Hor. Half a share.

Ham. A whole one, I.
For thou doft know, oh Damon dear,

This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself, and now reigns here

A very, very, Paddock. (43)

Hor.

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(42) With two provincial Rofes on my rayed fooes, Get me a Fellowship in a City of Players, Sir -] I once suspected, that We ought to read, raised Shoes. By a Forest of Feathers, he certainly alludes to the Plumes worn by the Stage-Heroes ; as, by raised Shoes, he would to their Buskins ; the Cothurni, as they were called by the Romans, which were as much higher in the Heel than other common Shoes, as the Chiop. pines worn by the Venetians are. It was the known Custom of the Tragedians of old, that they might the nearer resemble the Heroes they personated, to make themselves as tall in Stature, and by an artificial Help to Sound, to speak as big, as they possibly could. To both these Horace has alluded ;

magnumq; loqui, nitiq Cothuruo.
And Lucian, describing a Tragedian, calls him andamos tube'tais
infraces étroéger, a Fellow carried upon bigh Shoes and these were
rais'd to such a degree, that the fame Author calls one, who had pulled
them off, relata's To Thy Subada, descending from his Buskins. But,
perhaps, rayed Shoes may have been our Author's Expression; i. e. friped,
spangled, enrich'd with some shining Ornaments : Bratteati Calcei, Shoes
variegated with Rayes of Gold. Bra&tea, a Ray of Gold, or any other
Metal. LITTLETON. A Ray of Gold, Fueille d'Or. COTGRAVE.
In a City of Players.] Thus Mr. Pope, with some of the worser Editions :
but we must read, Cry, with the better Copies; i.e. in the Vote and Suf-
frage of a Company of Players.
Troilus and Crellida.

The Cry went once for thee.
Coriolanus.

You common Cry of Curs, &c.
And, again;

Menen. You have made you good Work,
You and your Cry.

Ibid.
2 Henry. IV.

For all the Country in a general Voice

Cry'd Hate upon him. (43) A very very Peacock.] The old Copies have it Paicock, Paiocke, and Pajocke. I føbstitute Paddock, aš nearest to the Traces of the cors Tupted Reading. I have, as Mr. Pope says, been willing to: fubftitute

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Hor. You might have rhim'd.

Ham. Oh, good Horatio, I'll take the Ghost's word for a thousand pounds. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord.

. Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning? Hor. I did very well note him.

Enter Rolncrantz and Guildenstern,
Ham. Oh, ha! come, some mufick: Come, the re-

corders.
For if the King like not the comedy;
Why, then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, fome musick.

Gril. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

any Thing in the place of his Peacock. He thinks a Fable alluded to, of the Birds chusing a King; instead of the Eagle, a Peacock. I fuppose, , he must mean the Fable of Barlandus, in which it is said, The Birds, being weary of their State of Anarchy, mov'd for the setting up of a King and the Peacock was elected on account of his gay Feathers. But, with Submission, in this passage of our Shakespeare, there is not the least Mention made of the Eagle in Antithesis to the Peacock; and it must be by a very uncommon Figure, that Jove himself ftands in the place of his Bird. I think, Hamlet is setting his Father's and Uncle's Characters in Contrast: to each other : and means to say, that by his Father's Death the State was stripp'd of a godlike Monarch, and that now in his Stead reign'd the most despicable poisonous Animal that could be: a-meer Paddock, or Toad. Pad, bufo, rubeta major ; a toad. - Belgis, Padde. Vid. Somnerum, Minshew, &c. Our Author was very well acquainted with the Word, and has used it more than once. Macbeth.

ift Witch. “I come, Grimalkin.

2d Witch. Paddock calls. The Witches are suppos'd to hear their Spirits call to them in the foream. ing of a Cat, and the Croaking of a Toad. But what makes it the more probable that this Term 1hould be used here, Hamlet, again, afterwards speaking of his Uncle to the Queen, among other contemptuous Additions, gives him this very Appellation.

Twere good, you let him know...
For who that's but a Queen, fair, sober, wife,
Would from a Paddock, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
Such dear Concernings hide ?

I had formerly propos'd other Conjectures; but, I think, I may ventate to stand by This. Sub Judice lis eft. If it has Reason and Probability on its Side, Mr. Pope's legendary Peacock mult een be content to wait for another Election a

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