We Capt. Truly to fpeak it, and with no addition, go to gain a little patch of ground, That bath in it no profit but the name. To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it ; Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Ham. Two thousand fouls, and twenty thousand dis cats, Will not abate the question of this ftraw; This is th' impofthume of much wealth and peace, Rof. Will't pleafe you go, my Lord? Ham. I'll be with you ftrait. Go a little before. Manet Hamlet. How all occafions do inform against me, To fuft in us unus'd. Now whether it be Of thinking too precisely on th' event, [Exeunt. A thought, which, quarter'd, bath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward, I do not know 4-chief good and market-] If his highest good, and that for which he fells his time, be to fleep and feed.. 5 -Large difcourfe,] Such latitude of comprehenfion, fuch power of reviewing the past, and anticipating the future. Why Why yet I live to say this thing's to do; 6 Sith I have caufe, and will, and strength, and means Go to their Graves like beds; fight for a Plot, 6-Rightly to be great, Is not to fir without, &c.] This paffage I have printed according to the copy. Mr. Theobald had regulated it thus, Tis not to be great, But greatly, &c. Is not to fir without great ar- is exactly philosophical. [Exit. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour is at stake, is the idea of a modern hero. But then, fays he honour is an argument, or fubject of debate, Sufficiently great, and when bonour is at stake, we must find cause of quarrel in a straw. 7 Excitements of my reafon and my blood, Provocations which excite both my reafon and my paffions to vengeance. SCENE SCENE V. Changes to a Palace. Enter Queen, and Horatio, Queen. I Will not speak with her. Indeed, diftra&t. Her mood will needs be pitied, Hor. She fpeaks much of her father; says, she hears, There's tricks i'th'world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns envioufly at ftraws; fpeaks things in doubt, That carry but half fenfe. Her fpeech is nothing, Yet the unfhap'd ufe of it doth move, The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which as her winks, and nods, and geftures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, 8 Tho' nothing fure, yet much unhappily. ''Twere good the were spoken with, for the may ftrow Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [Exit. Hor 9 'Twere good he were spoken with, Thefe lines are given to the Queen in the folio, and to Horatio in the quarto. I have followed Hanmer's regula❤ WARBURTON. tion. To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, It fpills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Enter Horatio, with Ophelia, diftracted. Oph. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark? Oph. How Should I your true Love know from another one? By his cockle bat and staff, and by his sandal shoon. [Singing. Queen. Alas, fweet lady; what imports this Song? He's dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone; Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia- By his cockle hat and flaff, and by his fandal hoon. ] This is the defcription of a pilgrim. While this kind of devotion was in favour, love-intrigues were carried on under that mask. Hence the old ballads and novels made pilgrimages the fubjects of their plots. The cockle-fhell hat was one of the effential badges of this vocation for the chief places of devotion being beyond fea, or on the coafts, the pilgrims were accustomed to put cockie-fhells upon their hats, to denote the intention or performance of their devotion. WARBURTON. White his fhroud as the mountain fnow. Oph Larded all with sweet flowers : King. How do ye, pretty lady? 2 the owl what we Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They fay, was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know are, but we know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon your father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this: To-morrow is St. Valentine's day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, Then up he rofe, and don'd his cloaths, King. Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't. 2 the owl was a baker's daugh ter.] This was a metamorphofis of the common people, arifing from the mealy appearance of the owl's feathers, and her guarding the bread from mice. WARB. 3, And dupt the chamber door ;] To dup, is to do up; to lift the latch. It were eafy to write, And op'd |