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364 And outraged nature, pale and bent, Fall prostrate in bewilderment!"

Truly, sir, I hope he will prove faithful, lest we should all be involved in this catastrophe!

(laughing). Much indeed depends upon his constancy. I am sure he hath all our prayers, gentlemen! (Aside to ) Is this play well known?

It is not, my lord.

Ha! I seem to have met with these lines before. Go on.


 * She. "Hark, dost thou hear those trumpets and drums?

Thy hated rival, stern Gonzago, comes!"

And wherefore cometh Gonzago?

He cometh here to woo!

Cannot he woo without an orchestra at his elbow? A fico for such a wooing, say I!

(rather alarmed—aside to .). Who is Gonzago?

He's a mad Archbishop of Elsinore. 'Tis a most ridiculous and mirthful character—and the more so for that the poor author had hoped to have appalled you with his tragedical end!