still,
The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
[Sidenote: 110] Doth rend the Region.[11] So after _Pyrrhus_ pause,
Arowsed Vengeance sets him new a-worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
[Sidenote: _Marses_ Armor]
With lesse remorse then _Pyrrhus_ bleeding sword
Now falles on _Priam_.
[12] Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
In generall Synod take away her power:
Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele, [Sidenote: follies]

[Footnote 1: This, though horrid enough, is in degree below the
description in _Dido_.]

[Footnote 2: He is directing the player to take up the speech there
where he leaves it. See last quotation from _1st Q_.]

[Footnote 3: _judgment_.]

[Footnote 4: --with an old man's under-reaching blows--till his arm is
so jarred by a missed blow, that he cannot raise his sword again.]

[Footnote 5:

Whereat he lifted up his bedrid limbs,
And would have grappled with Achilles' son,

* * * * *

Which he, disdaining, whisk'd his sword about,
And with the wound[13] thereof the king fell down.

Marlowe's _Dido, Queen of Carthage_.]

[Footnote 6: The _Quarto_ has omitted '_Then senselesse Illium_,' or
something else.]

[Footnote 7: Printed with the long f[symbol for archaic long s].]

[Footnote 8: --motionless as a tyrant in a picture.]

[Footnote 9: 'standing between his will and its object as if he had no
relation to either.']

[Footnote 10:

And then in triumph ran into the streets,
Through which he could not pass for slaughtered men;
So, leaning on his sword, he stood stone still,
Viewing the fire wherewith rich Ilion burnt.

Marlowe's _Dido, Queen of Carthage_.]

[Footnote 11: Who does not feel this passage, down to 'Region,'
thoroughly Shaksperean!]

[Footnote 12: Is not the rest of this speech very plainly Shakspere's?]

[Footnote 13: _wind_, I think it should be.]

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And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
As low as to the Fiends.

_Pol_. This is too long.

_Ham_. It shall to'th Barbars, with your beard. [Sidenote: to the]
Prythee say on: He's for a Iigge, or a tale of
Baudry, or hee sleepes. Say on; come to _Hecuba_.

_1. Play_. But who, O who, had seen the inobled[1] Queen.