old dramatic
performances.'--_Sh. Lex._]
[Footnote 3: _away from_: inconsistent with.]
[Footnote 4: --that which is deserving of scorn.]
[Footnote 5: _impression_, as on wax. Some would persuade us that
Shakspere's own plays do not do this; but such critics take the
_accidents_ or circumstances of a time for the _body_ of it--the clothes
for the person. _Human_ nature is 'Nature,' however _dressed_.
There should be a comma after 'Age.']
[Footnote 6: 'laggingly represented'--A word belonging to _time_ is
substituted for a word belonging to _space_:--'this over-done, or
inadequately effected'; 'this over-done, or under-done.']
[Footnote 7: 'and the judgment of such a one.' '_the which_' seems
equivalent to _and--such_.]
[Footnote 8: 'must, you will grant.']
[Footnote 9: Shakspere may here be playing with a false derivation, as I
was myself when the true was pointed out to me--fancying _abominable_
derived from _ab_ and _homo_. If so, then he means by the phrase: 'they
imitated humanity so from the nature of man, so _inhumanly_.']
[Footnote 10: tolerably.]
[Footnote 11: 'Sir' _not in Q._]
[Footnote 12: Shakspere must have himself suffered from such clowns:
Coleridge thinks some of their _gag_ has crept into his print.]
[Footnote 13: Here follow in the _1st Q._ several specimens of such a
clown's foolish jests and behaviour.]
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_Enter Polonius, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne_.[1]
[Sidenote: _Guyldensterne, & Rosencraus_.]
How now my Lord,
Will the King heare this peece of Worke?
_Pol_. And the Queene too, and that presently.[2]
_Ham_. Bid the Players make hast.
_Exit Polonius_.[3]
Will you two helpe to hasten them?[4]
_Both_. We will my Lord. _Exeunt_.
[Sidenote: _Ros_. I my Lord. _Exeunt they two_.]
_Enter Horatio_[5]
_Ham_. What hoa, _Horatio_? [Sidenote: What howe,]
_Hora_. Heere sweet Lord, at your Seruice.
[Sidenote: 26] _Ham_.[7] _Horatio_, thou art eene as iust a man
As ere my Conversation coap'd withall.
_Hora_. O my deere Lord.[6]
_Ham_.[7] Nay do not thinke I flatter:
For what aduancement may I hope from thee,[8]
That no Reuennew hast, but thy good spirits
To feed and cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter'd?
No, let the Candied[9] tongue, like absurd pompe, [Sidenote: licke]
And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,[10]
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