[Hamlet continued. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar : 1 Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, ment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, Ibid. For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, - to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Springes to catch woodcocks. Ibid. Ibid. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Ibid. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Acti. Sc. 4. But to my mind, though I am native here, 1 'hooks,' Singer. Hamlet continued.] Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Unhand me, gentlemen, By Heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. Ibid. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. I am thy father's spirit: Ibid. Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,1 1 to lasting fires,' Singer. [Hamlet continued. Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Thy knotted and combined locks to part, To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list! Mine uncle! Ibid. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Ibid. But soft! methinks I scent the morning air : Brief let me be. Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always in the afternoon. Ibid. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. 1 'roots itself,' White, Dyce, Cambridge. Ibid. Hamlet continued.] While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. Ibid. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Ibid. Art thou there, true-penny? you hear this fellow in the cellar Ibid. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ibid. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 1 Than are dreamt of in your 1 philosophy. Ibid. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! Ibid. The time is out of joint; O cursed spite! That ever I was born to set it right. Ibid. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind; This is the very ecstasy of love. Brevity is the soul of wit. 1 'our,' White, Dyce, Knight. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. More matter, with less art. [Hamlet continued. Act ii. Sc. 2. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity, And pity 't is 't is true. Find out the cause of this effect; Ibid. Or rather say, the cause of this defect, Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Ibid. Still harping on my daughter. Ibid. Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words. Ibid. Ibid. They have a plentiful lack of wit. Though this be madness, yet there's method in 't. Ibid. On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Ibid. There is nothing either good or bad, but think Ibid. ing makes it so. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. Ibid. This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament,this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! |