Can make me feel each passion that he feigns;
Enrage, compose with more than magic art,—
With pity and with horror tear my heart.'
But, come; let me hear your reasons for believing that Hamlet ought to be a portly gentleman. I see you are ready with them."
"I am," said Stubbs, "and I'll bet the receipts of the house, on my first appearance, against those of your next comedy, that I convince you I am right before I have done. Now, mark,—or, as Horatio says,
'Season your admiration for awhile,
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these same pages,
This marvel to you.'
Ha! ha! that is apt," continued Mr. Stubbs, with a simper.