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e] him _Horatio_, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he hath borne me on his backe a [Sidenote: bore] thousand times: And how abhorred[1] my Imagination [Sidenote: and now how | in my] is, my gorge rises at it. Heere hung those [Sidenote: it is:] lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft. Where be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore? No one[2] now to mock your [Sidenote: not one] own Ieering? Quite chopfalne[3]? Now get you to [Sidenote: owne grinning,] my Ladies Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an [Sidenote: Ladies table,] inch thicke, to this fauour[4] she must come. Make her laugh at that: prythee _Horatio_ tell me one thing. _Hor_. What's that my Lord? _Ham_. Dost thou thinke _Alexander_ lookt o'this [Sidenote: a this] fashion i'th' earth? _Hor_. E'ene so. _Ham_. And smelt so? Puh. [Footnote 1: If this be the true reading, _abhorred_ must mean _horrified_; but I incline to the _Quarto_.] [Footnote 2: 'Not one jibe, not one flash of merriment now?'] [Footnote 3: --chop indeed quite fallen off!] [Footnote 4: _to this look_--that of the skull.] [Page 238] _Hor_. E'ene so, my Lord. _Ham_. To what base vses we may returne _Horatio_. Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of _Alexander_, till he[1] find it stopping a [Sidenote: a find] bunghole. _Hor_. 'Twere to consider: to curiously to consider [Sidenote: consider too curiously] so. _Ham_. No faith, not a iot. But to follow him thether with modestie[2] enough, and likeliehood to lead it; as thus. _Alexander_ died: _Alexander_ was [Sidenote: lead it. _Alexander_] buried: _Alexander_ returneth into dust; the dust is [Sidenote: to] earth; of earth we make Lome, and why of that Lome (whereto he was conuerted) might they not stopp a Beere-barrell?[3] Imperiall _Caesar_, dead and turn'd to clay, [Sidenote: Imperious] Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away. Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a Wall, t'expell the winters flaw.[4] [Sidenote: waters flaw
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