e Heauen
[Sidenote: earth and heauen]
and Earth.[8] We are arrant Knaues all[10], beleeue
none of vs.[9] Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery.
Where's your Father?[11]

_Ophe._ At home, my Lord.[12]

_Ham._ Let the doores be shut vpon him, that
he may play the Foole no way, but in's owne house.[13]
[Sidenote: no where but]
Farewell.[14]

_Ophe._ O helpe him, you sweet Heauens.

_Ham._[15] If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this
Plague for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice,
as pure as Snow, thou shalt not escape Calumny.[16]
Get thee to a Nunnery. Go,[17] Farewell.[18] Or if
thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool: for Wise men
know well enough, what monsters[19] you make of
them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Farwell.[20]

_Ophe._ O[21] heauenly Powers, restore him.

_Ham._[22] I haue heard of your pratlings[23] too wel
[Sidenote: your paintings well]
enough. God has giuen you one pace,[23] and you
[Sidenote: hath | one face,]
make your selfe another: you gidge, you amble,
[Sidenote: selfes | you gig and amble, and]
and you lispe, and nickname Gods creatures, and
[Sidenote: you list you nickname]
make your Wantonnesse, your[24] Ignorance.[25] Go

[Footnote 1: 'inoculate'--_bud_, in the horticultural use.]

[Footnote 2: _trunk_ or _stem_ of the family tree.]

[Footnote 3: Emphasis on _relish_--'keep something of the old flavour of
the stock.']

[Footnote 4: He tries her now with denying his love--perhaps moved in
part by a feeling, taught by his mother's, of how imperfect it was.]

[Footnote 5: tolerably.]

[Footnote 6: He turns from baiting woman in her to condemn himself. Is
it not the case with every noble nature, that the knowledge of wrong in
another arouses in it the consciousness of its own faults and sins, of
its own evil possibilities? Hurled from the heights of ideal humanity,
Hamlet not only recognizes in himself every evil tendency of his race,
but almost feels himself individually guilty of every transgression.
'God, God, forgive us all!' exclaims the doctor who has just witnessed
the misery of Lady Macbeth, unveiling her guilt.

This whole speech of Hamlet is profoundly sane--looking therefore
altogether insane to the shallow mind, on which the impression