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the occasion of my sudden and more strange re- If you oppos'd them ; Sir, this report of bis turn,

Hamlet. Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

That he could nothing do, but wish and beg What should this mean! Are all the rest come Your sudden coming o'er, 10 play with you. back?

Now, out of this, Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

Laer. What out of this, my lord ? Laer. Know you the hand ?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, And in a postscript here, he says, ulone: A face without a heart? Can you advise me?

Luer. Why ask you this? Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him

King. Not that I think, you did not love your come ;

father ; It warms the very sickness in my heart,

But that I know, love is begun by time; That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, And that I see, in passages of proof, Thus diddest thou.

Time qualifies the spark and tire of it. King. If it be so, Laertes,

There lives within the very flame of love As how should it be so? how otherwise ?

A kind of wick, or spuff, that will abate it; Will you be rul'd by me ?

And nothing is at a like goodness still; Laer. Ay, my lord;

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, So you will not o'errule me to a peace. Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, King. To thine own peace. If he be now We should do when we would ; for this would

return’d,As checking* at his voyage, and that he means And hath abatements and delays as many,

changes, No more to undertake it, -I will work him

As there are tongoes, are hands, are accidents; To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

And then this should' is like a spendthrift sigb, Under the which he shall not choose but fall : And for his death no wind of blame shail That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the breathe;

[dertake, [tice, Hamlet comes back; What would you unBut even his mother shall uncharge the prac- To show yourself in deed your father's son And call it, accident.

More than in words?
Laer. My lord, I will be rul’d;

Laer. To cut his throat i'the church.
The rather, if you could devise it so,
That I might be the organ.

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanc-
tnarize;

(Laertes, King. It falls right. You have been talk'd of since your travel much, Will you do this, keep close within your

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good And that in Hamlet's bearing, for a quality

chamber :

(home : Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of Hamlet, return'd, shall kuow you are come parts

We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, Did not together pluck such envy from him,

And set a double varnis on the fame As did that one ; and that, in my regard, The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, Of the unworthiest siege.t

together, Laer. What part is that, my lord ?

And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss, King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becoines

Most generous, and free from all contriving, The light and careless livery that it wears,

Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,

Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,

A sword unbated,t and, in a pass of practice, i Importing health and graveness.—Two months

Requite him for your father. since,

Laer. I will do't:
Here was a gentleman of Normandy,-
I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.

I bought an unction of a mountebank,
French,

(lant So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
And they can well on horseback: out this gal. Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, Under the moon, can save the thing from death,

Collected from all simples that have virtue As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd With the brave beast : so far he topp'd my

That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my

point thought,

With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, Come short of what he did.

It may be death. Laer. A Norman, was't?

King. Let's further think of this;

Weigh, what convenience, both of time and King. A Norman.

means, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. King. The very same.

May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, Laer. I know him well, he is the brooch,t And that our drift look through our bad per

formance, indeed,

[ject

"Twere better not assay'd; therefore this proAnd gem of all the nation.

Should have a back, or second, that might bold, King. He made confession of you :

If this should blast in proof. Soft;--let me And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence, 9

(nings,

We'll make a solemn wager on your cusAnd for your rapier most especial,

I ha't: That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you: the scrimers|| of their When in your motion you are hot and dry, nation,

[eye,

(As make your bouts more violent to that end,) He swore, had neither notion, guard, nor

* Daily experience. + Not blunted as foils are.

t Exercise. Ohjecting to. ( Science of desence, i. e. fencing

As fire arins sometimes burst in proving their strerigth Il fencers.

II Skill.

see:

+ Place,

# Ornament.

And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd* | good: here stands the man; good: If the man him

go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will A chalice for the nonce;t whereon but sipping, he, nill he, he goes; mark you that: but if the If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, water come to him, and drown him, he drowns Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what not himself: argal, he, that is not guilty of his poise ?

own death, shortens not his own life.

2 Clo. But is this law? Enter Queen.

1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law. How now, sweet queen?

2 Clo. Will you ha'the truth on't? If this had Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's not been a gentlewoman, she should have been heel,

buried out of Christian burial.

(Laertes, So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd,

1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

pity; that great folks shall have countenance Queen. There is a willow grows ascant the in this world to drown or hang themselves,

more than their even* Christian. Come, my brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but Therewith fantastic garlands did she make gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long

hold up Adam's profession. purples,

2 Clo. Was he a gentleman?

1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. That liberalll shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call

2 Clo. Why, he had none. them :

1 Clo. Whai, art a heathen? How dost thou There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds understand the scripture? The scripture says, Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;

Adam digged; Could he dig without arms? When down her weedy trophies, and herself,

I'll put another question to thee: if thou anFell in the weeping brook. 'Her clothes spread swerest me not to the purpose, confess thywide;

selfAnd, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:

2 Clo. Go to. Which time, she chanted snatches of old

1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than tunes;

either the mason, the shipwright, or the car. As one incapable of her own distress, penter? Or like a creature native and indu'd

2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame Unto that element: but long it could not be,

out-lives a thousand tenants. Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay gallows does well: But how does it well? it To muddy death.

does well to those that do ill: now thou dost Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd ?

ill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

the church; argal, the gallows may do well to Luer. Too much of water hast thou, poor

thee. To't again; come. Ophelia,

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet

shipwright, or a carpenter? It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.t Let shame say what it will: wben these are

2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.

1 Clo, To't. gone, The woman will be out.**-Adieu, my lord! 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

[Exit.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. King. Let's follow, Gertrude:

1 Clo. Cudgel thy braios no more about it; How much I had to do to calm his rage!

for your dull ass will not mend his pace with Now fear I, this will give it start again;

beating: and, when you are asked this quesTherefore, let's follow.

(Exeunt. tion next, say, a grave-maker; the houses, that

he makes, last till doomsday.' Go, get thee to ACT V.

Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. SCENE I.-A Church-Yard.

Exit 2 CLOWN. Enter Two CLOWNS, with Spudes, &c.

1 Clown digs, and sings. i Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, In youth, when I did love, did lore, that wilfully seeks hier own salvation?

Methought, it was very sweet, 2 Clo. I tell thce, she is; therefore make her To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove grave straight:ft the crowner hath set on her,

0, methought, there was nothing meet. and finds it Christian burial.

1 Clo, How can that be, unless she drowned Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his busiherself in her own defence?

ness ? he sings at grave-making. 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo ; it cannot be of easiness. else. For here lies the point: If I drown my- Ham. "Tis e'en so: the hand of little emself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act ployment hath the daintier sense. hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: argal,tt she drowned hersell' wit

1 Clo. But uge, uith his stealing steps, tingly.

Haih cluw d me in his clutch, 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.

And hath shipped me into the land, I Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water;

As if I had never been such.

[Throws up a Scull. * Presented.

+ A cup for the purpose. + Thrust. Orchis morio mas. || Licentious. 1 Insensible,

* Fellow,

+ Give over. ** Tears will now. tt linmediately.

1 The song entire is printed in Percy's Reliques of An11 A blunder for ergo.

cient English l'oetry, vol. 1. It was written by Lord Vaux.

Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and near the heel of the courtier, he galls his could sing once: How the knave jowls it to kibe.-How long hast thou been a gravethe ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that maker? did the first murder! This mighi be the pate of I Clo, Of all the days i'the year, I came to't a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; that day that our last king Hainlet overcame one that would circumvent God, might it not? | Fortinbras. Hor. It might, my lord.

Ham. How long's that since ? Ham. Or of a courtier; which would say, 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that! every fool can Good-morrow, sweet lord! Nou dost thou, good tell that: It was that very day that young Hamlord? This might be my lord such-a-one, that let was born : be that is mad, and sent into praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he England. meant to beg it; might it not?

Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into EngHor. Ay, my lord.

land? Han. Why, e'en so: and now my lady 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the recover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no mazzard with a sexton's spade; Here's fine great inatter there. revolution, an we had the trick to see't. Did Ham. Why? these bones cost no more the breeding, but to 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there, there play at loggats with them? mine ache to think the men are as mad as he. on't.

Ham. How came he mad ? 1 Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, (Sings.

Clo. Very strangely, they say.
Forand u shrouding sheet:

Ham. How strangely?
0, a pit of clay for to be made

1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. For such a guest is meet.

Hum. Upon what ground? [Throws up a scull. 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been Ilam. There's another: Why may not that sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.

Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth be the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quid

ere he rot? dits; now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude die, (as we have many pocky corses dow-a

1 Clo 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he kpare now to knock him about the sconces days, that will scarce hold the laying in,) he with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his will last you some eight year, or nine year: a action of battery? Humph! This fellow might tanner will last you nine year. be in's time a great buyer of land, with his

Ham. Why he more than another! statutes, his recognizancés, his fiues, his double vouchers, his recoveries : Is this the tine of his his trade, that he will keep out water a great

1 Clo. Why, Sir, bis hide is so tanned with fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to while; and your water is a sore decayer of have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, your whoreson dead body. Here's a scoil

now hath lain you i'the earth three-and-twenty and double ones too, than the length and breadth

years. of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances Ham. Whose was it? of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha ? Whose do you think it was?

i Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Hlor. Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham. Nay, I know not. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?

i Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too.

he poured à flagon of Rhenish on my head Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to scull, the king's jester.

This same scull, Sir, was Yorick's this fellow :- Whose grave's this, Sirrah?

Ham. This?

(Takes the Scall. 1 Clo. Mine, Sir.

1 Clo. E'en that. O, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, For such a guest is meet.

Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most ex. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou cellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a liest in't.

thousand times; and pow, how abhorred in my 1 Clo. You lie out on't, Sir, and therefore it imagination is! my gorge rises at it. Here is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not it is mine,

how oft. Where be your gibes now? your Hum. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriis thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; ment, that were wont to set the table on a therefore thou liest.

roar? Not one now, to mock your own grio1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, Sir; 'twill away again, ping? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my from me to you.

lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?

inch thick, to this favour* she must come; 1 Clo. For no man, Sir.

make her laugh at that.-Pr'ythee, Horatio, Ham. What woman then?

tell me one thing. I Clo. For none neither.

Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Who is to be buried in't?

Flam. Dost thou think, Alexander looked 1 (lo. One, that was a woman, Sir; but, o'this fashion i'the earth ? rest her soul, she's dead.

Hor. E'en so. Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must Ham. And sinelt so? pah! speak by the card,|| or equivocation will undo

[Throws down the Scull. us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years 1

Hor. E'en so, my lord. have taken note of it; the age is grown so

Ham. To what base uses we may return, piched,s that the toe of the peasant comes so Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the

noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping An ancient game played as quoits are at present. Subtilties. 1 Frivolous distinctions.

a budghole ?
!! By the compass, or chart of direction,
Spruce, affected.

* Countenance, complexion.

once,

4 fiead.

sorrow

Hor. "Twere to consider too curiously, to Ham. (Advancing.] What is he, whose grief consider so.

Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of Hum. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him

(stand thither with modesty enough, and likelihood Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexan- Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, der was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; | Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the Grave. the dust is earth; of earth we make loam: Laer. The devil take thy soul! And why of that loam, whereto he was con

(Grappling with him. verted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? Ham. Thou pray'st not well.

Imperious* Cesar, dead, and turn’d to clay, I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat;
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: For, though I am not splenetive and rash,
0, that the earth, which kept the world in Yet have I in me something dangerous,
awe,

[flaw! | Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand Should patch a wall to expel the winter's King. Pluck them asunder. But soft! but soft! aside :-Here comes the Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet! king.

AU. Gentlemen, Enter Priests, &c. in Procession ; the Corpse of

Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. OPHELIA; LAERTES, and Mourners following ;

[The Attendants part them, and they come out KING, QUEEN, their Truins, &c.

of the Grave.

Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this The queen, the courtiers: Who is this they

theme, follow?

(token, Until my eye-lids will no longer wag. And with such maimed rites! This doth be

Queen. O my son! what theme? The corse, they follow, did with desperate

Ham. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brohand

thers Fordoş its own life. 'Twas of some estate :ll

Could not, with all their quantity of love, Couch'we awhile, and mark.

Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her? (Retiring with HORATIO.

King. 0, he is mad, Laertes. Laer. What ceremony else?

Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. That is Laertes,

Hum. 'Zounds, show me what thou’lt do: A very noble youth: Mark.

Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't Laer. What ceremony else?

tear thyself? 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far en

Woul't drink up Esil ?* eat a crocodile ? larg'd

(ful; I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine? As we have warranty: Her death was doubt. To outface me with leaping in her grave? And, but that great command o'ersways the Be buried quick with her, and so will i:

order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodg’d, Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown Make Ossalike a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouih,

Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
on her,

I'll rant as well as thou.
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, Queen. This is mere madness :
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing And thus awhile the fit will work on him;

home
Of bell and burial.

Anon, as patient as the female dove,

When thai her golden couplets are disclos’d, t Laer. Must there no more be done?

His silence will sit drooping. 1 Priest. No more be done!

Ham, Hear you, Sir;
We should profane the service of the dead, Wbat is the reason that you use me thus?
To sing a requiem, tt and such rest to her

I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter;
As to peace-parted souls.

Let Hercules himself do what he may, Laer. Lay ber i'the earth;

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh,

[Exit. May violets spring !-I tell thee, churlish

King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upou priest,

him.

(Exit Horatio. A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.

Strengthen your patience in our last night's

speech; Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !

[To LAERTES.

We'll put the matter to the present push Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell !

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your

[Scattering Flowers. I hop'd, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's This grave shall have a living monument: wife;

[maid, An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet Till then, in patience our proceeding be. And not have strew'd thy grave.

[Exeunt. Laer. (), treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,

SCENE 11.-A Hall in the Castle.
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Depriv'd thee of!--Hold off the earth awhile,

Enter HAMLET and Horatio, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: Ham. So much for this, Sir: now shall you (Leaps into the Grave.

see the other ;Now pile your dust upon ihe quickti and You do remember all the circumstance? dead;

Hor. Remember it, my lord! Till of this flat a mountain you have made Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of 'To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head

fighting, Of blue Olympus.

That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay

SOD.

* Imperial. + Blast. 1 Imperfect obsequies. $ Undo, destroy. || High rank. Broken puts, or iles. ** Garlands.

tt A mass for the dead. 1. Living

[blocks in formation]

upon ?

see

Worse than the mutines* in the bilboes.t | They are not near my conscience; their deled Rashly,

Does by their own insinuatiou grow : And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know, 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, Between the pass and fell incensed points When our deep plots do pall:1 and that should Of mighty opposites. teach us,

Hor. Why, what a king is this! There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me not Rough-hew them how we will. Hor. That is most certain.

He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my Ham. Up from my cabin,

mother, My sea-gown scart'd about me, in the dark Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire ; Thrown out his angle for my proper life, Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew And with such cozenage ; is't not perfect cos. To mine own room again : making so bold,

science, My fears forgetting manners, to unseal To quit* him with this arm ? and is't not to Their grand commission; where I found, Ho

be damn’d, ratio,

To let this cauker of our nature come A royal knavery; an exact command, In further evil? Lardedß with many several sorts of reasons, Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Importing Denmark's health, and England's

England, too,

What is the issue of the business there. With, ho! such bugs|| and goblins in my life, - Ham. It will be short; the interim is mine; That, on the supervise, I no leisure bated, And a man's life no more than to say, one. No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, But I am very sorry, good Horatio, My head should be struck off.

That to Laertes I forgot myself į Hor. Is't possible?

For, by the image of my cause, Ham. Here's the commission; read it at The portraiture of his : I'll countt his favours: more leisure.

But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed ? Into a towering passion. Hor. Ay, beseech you.

Hor. Peace; who comes here? Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies,

Enter OSRIC. Or* I could make a prologue to my brains, Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to They had begun the play ;-1 sat me down; Denmark. Devis'd a new commission ; wrote it fair : Hum. I humbly thank you, Sir.- Dost know I once did hold it, as our statiststt do,

this waterfily ?1 A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Hor. No, my good lord. How to forget that learning; but, Sir, now Ham. Thy state is the more gracious ; for It did me yeoman's service : Wilt thou know 'tis a vice to know him: He hath much land, The effect of what I wrote?

and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and Hor. Ay, good my lord.

his crib shall stand at the king's mess : Tis a Ham. An earnest conjuration from the chough ;ý but, as I say, spacious in the posking,–

session of dirt. As England was his faithful tributary; Ost. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at As love between them like the palm might leisure, I should impari a thing to you from his flourish;

majesty. As peace should still her wheaten garland Hum. I will receive it, Sir, with all diligence wear,

of spirit: Your bonnet to its right use ; 'tis for And stand a commati 'tween their amities; the head. And many such like as's of great charge, - Ost. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. That, on the view and knowing of these con- Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the tents,

wind is nurtherly. Without debatement further, more, or less, Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. He should the bearers put to sudden death, Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry Not shriving ģ-time allow'd.

and hot; or my complexionHor. How was this seal'd ?

Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sul. Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordi- try,-as 'twere, I cannot tell how, My lord, nant;

his majesty bade me signify to you, that he has I had my father's signet in my purse,

laid a great wager on your bead: Sir, this is Which was the modell||| of that Danish seal : the matter, Folded the writ up in form of the other;

Ham. I beseech you, remember, Subscrib'd it; gave't the impression; plac'd it

(HAMLET moves him to put on his flat

. safely,

Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in The changeling never known : Now, the next good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, day

(quents Laertes: believe me, an absolute gentleman, Was our sea-fight; and what to this was se- full of most excellent differences, 1 of very soft Thou know'st already.

society, and great showing: Indeed, to speak Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go feelingly of him, he is the card** or calendar to't.

of gentry, for you shall find in him the contiHam. Why, man, they did make love to this nenttt of what part a gentleman would see. employment;

Ham. Sir, this definement suffers no perdi

tion in you ;-though, I know, to divide hini * Mutineerr. + Fetters and Handcuffs brought from Bilboa in Spain. * Requite + Fur count some Editors read court.

1 Fail. Garnished.

Waterflies are gnats.

A bird like a jackdaw. 11 Bugbears Looking over.

11 The affected phrase of the time. ++ Statesınen. It A note of connection. Confexsing. dil Copy.

Distinguishing excellences.

** Compass or curt 11 Following.

# The country and pattern for imitation.

*. Before.

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