Tragedy of Hamlet; With introduction and notes, explanatory and critical, for use in schools and classes - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...again, To both your honours. Ophe. Madam, I wish it may. Exit Queen. Polo. Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves.--To Ophe. Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this,--'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself. King. Aside. O, 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! 4 Closely is secretly; sent in such a way as not to let Hamlet know from whom the message came: a got-up accident. 6 Affront was sometimes used for meet, or, as it is explained a little after, encounter. So in Cymbeline, iv. 3: "Your preparation can affront no less than what you hear of." The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it6 Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burden! Polo. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. _Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be,--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die,--to sleep,--No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;--To sleep! perchance to dream!--ay, there's the rub;7 For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,8 Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; 9 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, 11 Not more ugly in...