After this outrage, I defy you to help hoping that the comparatively innocent Richard will chop off Richmond's head,--in spite of history and Shakespeare. It does not follow that all change or omission is unlawful in placing Shakespeare's plays on the stage. Though in the pit or parquet we sit (more or less) at our ease, instead of standing as the groundlings did in old days, yet a tragedy five hours and a half long would be rather too much of a good thing for us. There must have been a real love of the drama in those times. Fancy a fine gentleman, able to pay his shilling and sit with the wits upon the rush-strewn stage, listening for such a length of time to "Hamlet," with no change of scenes to help the illusion or break the monotony, beyond a curtain or two hung across the stage, a wooden gallery at the back whence the court of Denmark might view "The Mouse-Trap," and, perhaps, a wooden tomb pushed on or "discovered" in the graveyard-scene by pulling aside one of these curtains or "traverses." No pretty women, either, dressed in becoming robes, and invested with the mysterious halo of interest which an actress seems to bring with her from the side-scenes. No women at all. Poor Ophelia presented by a great lubberly boy, and the part of the Queen very likely intrusted to him who was last year the "_jeune premiere_," and whose voice is now somewhat cracked within the ring. To be sure, in those days every gentleman took his pipe with him; and the fragrant clouds would be some consolation in the eyes, or rather in the noses, of some of us. But still,--almost six hours of tragedy! It is too much of a good thing for these degenerate days; and we must allow the prompter to use his pencil on the actors' copy of "Hamlet," though he strike out page upon page of immortal philosophy. But there are certain parts of this play omitted whose loss makes one grieve. Why do the actors leave out the strange half-crazed exclamations wrung from Hamlet by his father's voice repeating "Swear" from beneath his feet? HAM. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. GHOST [_beneath_]. Swear. HAM. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny?-- Come on,--you hear this fellow in the cellarage-- * * * * * Swear by my sword. GHOST [_beneath_]. Swear. HAM. _Hic et ubique_? then we'll shift our ground.-- Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my sword. GHOST [_beneath_]. Swear. HAM. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' the ground so fast? A worthy pioneer I.... ... This not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, swear. GHOST [_beneath_]. Swear. HAM. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!