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To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
Ham. A king of shreds and patches. -Act 3, Sc. 4.
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain :
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Mother, for love of grace,
Act 3, Sc. 4.
Confess yourself to heaven;
Act 3, Sc. 4.
Forgive me this my virtue;
Yea, curi and woo for leave to do him good.
And live the purer with the other half.—Act 3, Sc. 4.
Ham. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. — Act 3, Sc. 4.
Ham. Use can almost change the stamp of nature.
Act 3, Sc. 4.
Ham. For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
Diseases, desperate grown,
Oph. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.-Act 4, Sc. 5.
King. When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.*-Act 4, Sc. 5
King. There 's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
King. A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
First Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ?
Sec. Clo. The gallows-maker ; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
First Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith : the gallows does well; but how does it well ? it does well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church : argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To 't again, come.
Sec. Clo. “Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?'
Compare this with the Quotation from “Pericles," Act 1, SC 4.
First Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
First Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when you are asked this question next, say “a grave-maker :' the houses that he makes last till doomsday.--Act 5, Sc. I. First Clo. (Sings.]
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet :
[Throws up another skull.]
Ham. There's another : why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries : is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures ? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box. -Act 5, Sc. 1.
Ham. We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.----Act 5, Sc. I.
Ham. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Act 5, Sc. 1. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on
his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Hanı. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
Hor. E'en so.
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ?
Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beerbarrel ?
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn’d to clay,
Act 5, Sc. I. Laer. I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist'ring angel* shall my sister be,
* In Sir Walter Scott's “Marmion," canto vi. stanza 30, we read :
“When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou !-"
Queen. Sweets to the sweet ;* farewell. -Act 5, Sc. I.
Ilam. Let Hercules himself do what he may,
Act 5, Sc. 1.
Ham. There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.–Act 5, Sc. 2.
Ham. We defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.—Act 5, Sc. 2.
Ham. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother.-Act 5, Si. 2.
Ham. Come on, sir.
Come, my lord.
Judgment. Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.-Act 5, Sc. 2.
Edm. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, -often the surfeit of our own behaviour, —we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in,
: by a divine thrusting on :-Act I, Sc. 2.
* Tickell has expressed the same idea in his poem, "To a Lady, with a Present of Flowers,”
“The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid."