4 By Gis, and by St. Charity, Young men will do't, if they come to't, So would I ba' done, by yonder fun, King. How long has the been thus ? pa Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be tient; but I cannot chufe but weep, to think, they fhould lay him i' th' cold ground; my brother fhall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach. Good night, ladies; good night, fweet ladies; good night, good night. Exit. King. Follow her clofe, give her good watch, I pray [Exit Horatio. This is the poifon of deep grief; it fprings you. All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude ! 16 -] I rather ima By Gis,- By Cis, 5 -but greenly,] But unfiful; with green-efs, th-t is, without maturity of judgment. In bugger mugger to inter bim -] All the modern editions that I have confulted give i', In private to inter him ;- are better, I do not undertake to Divided Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; [A noife within. Queen. Alack! what Noife is this? King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. What is the matter? Mef. Save yourself, my Lord. The ocean, over-peering of his lift, 7 Feeds on his wonder,-]The the connection. Wherein, that is, in which peftilent Speeches, neceffity, or, the obligation of an accufer to Support his charge, will nothing ftick, &c. S 3 9 Like to a murdering piece,-] Such a piece as affaffins use, with many barrels. It is neceffary to apprehend this, to fee the juftnefs of the fimilitude. WARB. 1 The ocean, over-peering of his lift,] The lifts are the barriers which the spectators of a tournament must not país. Eats is not the flats with more impetuous hafte, Ioan young aertes, in a riotous head, Our ears your officers. The rabble call him Lord ; And as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known, 2 The ratifiers and props of every Ward; They cry, "Chufe we Icertes for our King." Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the Clouds; “Laertes fhail be King, Laertes King!" Queen. How chearfully on the falle trail they cry! 3 Ch, this is counter, you falfe Danish dogs. [Noife within. Enter Laertes, with a Party at the Door, King. The doors are broke. 2 The ratifiers and props of every word;] The whole tenour of the context is fufficient to fhew, that this is a mistaken reading. What can antiquity and cutlom, being the props of acords, have to do with the bufinefs in hand? Or what idea is conveyed by it? Certainly the poet wrote; The ratifiers and props of ev'ry ward; The meflenger is complaining that the riotous head had overborne the King's officers, and then fubjoins, that antiquity and custom were forgot, which were the ratifiers and props of every ward, i. e. of every one of thofe Jecurities that nature and law p'ace about the perfon of a King. All this is rational and confequential. WARBURTON. With this emendation, which was in Theobald's edition, Hanmer was not fatisfied. It is indeed harth. Hanmer transposes the lines, and reads, They cry, Chufe we Laertes for Caps, hands, and tongues, af- I think the fault may be mended at lefs expence, by reading, Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known, The ratifiers and props of ev'ry That is, of every government. Danifh dogs.] Hounds run counter when they trace the trail backwards. Laer, Laer. Where is this King? Sirs! stand you all without. All. No, let's come in. Laer. I pray you, give me leave. All. We will, we will." Laer. I thank you. Keep the door. O thou vile King, give me my father. [Exeunt. Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. [Laying hold on him, Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot King. What is the caufe, Laertes, That thy Rebellion looks fo giant-like? -Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our perfon. That treafon can but peep to what it would, Acts little of its will. Tell me, Laertes, Why are you thus incens'd?-Let him go, Gertrude. Laer. Where is my father? Queen. But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! King. Who fhall stay you ? Laer. My will, not all the world; And for my means, I'll husband them fo well, go far with little. S 4 King. King. Good Laertés, If you defire to know the certainty Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge, That, fweep-ftake, you will draw both friend and foe, Winner and lofer? Laer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms, And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Crowd within. Let her come in. Enter Ophelia, fantastically dreft with fraws and flowers. O heat, dry up my brains! Tears, feven times falt, 4-to your judgment 'pear,] So to your judgement pierce, the quarto; the folio, and all the lefs intelligibly. latter editions, read, " Nature |