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CLOSET SCENE FROM HAMLET.—Siiakspeare.

Eider Queen and Hamlet.

Hamlet. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?

Ham. What's the matter now)

Queen. Have you forgot me?

Ham. No, by the rood, not so:

You are the queen : your husband's brother's wife;
And—would it were not so !—you are my mother.

Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see tiie inmost part of you.

Queen. What wilt thou do?—thou wdt not murder me?

Ham. Leave wringing of your hands: peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, '.f it be made of penetrable stuff; if damned custom have not brazed it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,

That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicer's oath! oh, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul; and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass, •
With tristful visage, as agamst the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

Queen. Ah me! what act,
That roars so loud,and thunders in the index?

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself:
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,

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Where every god did seem to set his seal,

To give the world assurance of a man:

This was your husband.—Look you, now, what follows:

Here is your husband; like a mildewed ear,

Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

You cannot call it love; for at your age

The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,

And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment

Would step from this to this?

Queen. Oh, speak no more!

Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct. Oh, speak to me no more!
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears:
No more, sweet Hamlet!

Ham. A murderer and a villain:

A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord:—a vice of kings:
A cut-purse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket!

Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards!—What would your gracious figure?
Queen. Alas, he's mad!

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed m time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
Oh, say I

Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits:
Oh, step between her and her fighting soul:
Speak to her, Hamlet.

Ham. How is it with you, lady?

Queen. Alas I how is't with you,
That you do bend your aye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Whereon do vou look?

Ham. On him! on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look on me,
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert
My stern effects: then what I nave to do
Will want true color; tears, perchance, for blood.

Queen. To whom do you speak this?

Queen. Ham.

Of shreds and patches;—

No more!

A king

[Enter Ghost. Ham. Do you see nothing there?

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Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?

Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves.

Ham. Why look you there! look, how it steals away! My father in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

[Exit Ghost,

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation, ecstasy
Is very cunning in.

Ham. Ecstasy!

My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness,
That I have uttered: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
While rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to Heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker.

Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Ham. Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good-night: once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I'll blessing beg of you.

MARK TWAIN'S STORY OF "THE GOOD LITTLE BOT.»

Once there was a good little boy by the name of Jacob Blivens. He always obeyed his parents, no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands were; and he always learned his book, and never was late at Sabbath school. He would not play hookey, even when sober judgment told hirr. it was the most profitable thing he could do. None of' other boys could ever make this boy out, he acted so strangely. He wouldn't lie, no matter how convenient it was. Ho just said it was wrong to lie, and that was sufficient for him. Aud he was so honest that he was simply ridiculous. Th«

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