Londan. Published Sept 1. 1827 for T. Cadell, Strand.

"OPH.

III.

LAERTES takes leave of OPHELIA.

But, good my brother,

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read.

LAERT.

I stay too long:-But here

Oh, fear me not.

my father comes.

POL. Yet here, Laertes !-Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,

And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

[GHOST beckons.

Still am I call'd:-unhand me, gentlemen:

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me !"

ACT I. S. 4.

V.

"OPH. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet,—with his doublet all unbraced,
No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a look so piteous in purport,

As if he had been loosed out of hell,
To speak of horrors, he comes before me.

He took me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm;

And falls to such perusal of my face,
As he would draw it.”

ACT II. S. 1.

VI.

HAMLET and OPHELIA.-KING, POLONIUS, and QUEEN in the background.

knaves all; believe none of us :-Go thy ways to a

nunnery. Where's your father?

ОPн. О, help him, you sweet heavens !

KING. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

Was not like madness.

He shall with speed to England.

POL. It shall do well: but yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love.”

ACT III. S. 1.