ncies; the motives.]

[Footnote 4: worldly advantage.]

[Footnote 5: 'Purpose holds but while Memory holds.']

[Footnote 6: 'Purpose is born in haste, but is of poor strength to
live.']

[Footnote 7: Here again there is carelessness of construction, as if the
Poet had not thought it worth his while to correct this subsidiary
portion of the drama. I do not see how to lay the blame on the
printer.--'Purpose is a mere fruit, which holds on or falls only as it
must. The element of persistency is not in it.']

[Footnote 8: unavoidable--coming of necessity.]

[Footnote 9: 'Grief turns into joy, and joy into grief, on a slight
chance.']

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The great man downe, you marke his fauourites flies,
[Sidenote: fauourite]
The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies:
And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend,
For who not needs, shall neuer lacke a Frend:
And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his Enemie.[1]
But orderly to end, where I begun,
Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run,
That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne,
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne.[2]
[Sidenote: 246] So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed.
But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.

_Bap._ Nor Earth to giue me food, nor Heauen light, [Sidenote: _Quee._]
Sport and repose locke from me day and night:[3]
[A]
Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy,
Meet what I would haue well, and it destroy:
Both heere, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,[4]
If once a Widdow, euer I be Wife.[5] [Sidenote: once I be a | be a wife]

_Ham._ If she should breake it now.[6]

_King._ 'Tis deepely sworne:
Sweet, leaue me heere a while,
My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
The tedious day with sleepe.

_Qu._ Sleepe rocke thy Braine, [Sidenote: Sleepes[7]]
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine,
_Exit_ [Sidenote: _Exeunt._]

_Ham._ Madam, how like you this Play?

_Qu._ The Lady protests to much me thinkes, [Sidenote: doth protest]

_Ham._ Oh but shee'l keepe her word.

[Footnote A: _Here in the Quarto:_--

To desperation turne my trust and hope,[8]
And Anchors[9] cheere in prison be my scope]

[Footnote 1: All that is wanted to make a real enemy of an unreal friend
is the seasoning of a requested favour.]

[Footnote 2: 'Our thoughts are ours, but what will