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Credit: Hamlet, a dramatic prelude, in five acts / by James Rush. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![Yet he hates all cunning: keeping it, with Tolerance of the odd commixture, so Within the ready vessel of his wisdom, As to pour them out on vile contrivances Together; scalding knavery with both. I Hear the crafty Claudius urges now the Prince's claim. Then 'tis because—he that way Sees his own. Enter Occleve. Occ. Good evening, sir. Mar. A better Still to thee; the good of whose tongue comes of The best of thy heart. Occ. Griefs, sir, for compliments. I passed, hard by, the troubled populace, who Had reported to them, that our gracious King, as homeward bound, was lost upon the seas. Mar. [«#si<7e.] This tragic news deserves its smiles. The herald of it. [I know Was not Claudius of the Company ? Occ. He had been there; but on the word,— With grief passed tear and speech, retired. Mar. Occleve, Thy kin of poets often have described The unacknowledged tongue of Rumor. One Sketch goes thus:—False rumor is the play of Some sly devil's voice, within the cavern Of a babbler's ear; whilst he, the imp, grins In the dark, to hear the frequent murmuring Of his echoes. Now, hang upon thy lips Truth's purest velvet; damping thus the echo Of this wild report; and whosoe'er he Is, be not the babbler to this devil. For know, the queen has, but this hour, her letters From the king; who will ere long be safe at Elsinore. Occ. My liege-love, good Marcellus, Made me slavish to the fraud, when such cold](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b21152081_0092.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
