Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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SCENE III.
Manet Hamlet.
&wlquo;Ham.
&wlquo;Oh, that this too-too-solid flesh would melt,
&wlquo;Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
&wlquo;Or that the Everlasting had not fixt
&wlquo;His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Oh God! oh God!
&wlquo;How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
&wlquo;Seem to me all the uses of this world!
&wlquo;Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
&wlquo;That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature,
&wlquo;Possess it meerly. That it should come to this!
&wlquo;But two months dead! nay, not so much; not two;—
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&wlquo;2 note
So excellent a King, that was, to this,
&wlquo;Hyperion to a Satyr: so loving to my mother,
&wlquo;That he permitted not the winds of heav'n
&wlquo;Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!
&wlquo;Must I remember—why, she would hang on him,
&wlquo;As if Increase of Appetite had grown
&wlquo;By what it fed on; yet, within a month,—
&wlquo;Let me not think—Frailty, thy name is Woman!
&wlquo;A little month! or ere those shoes were old,
&wlquo;With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
&wlquo;Like Niobe, all tears—Why she, ev'n she,—
&wlquo;(O heav'n! 3 notea beast that wants discourse of reason,
&wlquo;Would have mourn'd longer—) married with mine uncle,
&wlquo;My father's brother; but no more like my father,
&wlquo;Than I to Hercules. Within a month!—
&wlquo;Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
&wlquo;Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes,
&wlquo;She married.—Oh, most wicked speed, to post
4 noteWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to Good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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