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                       Gutldenstern.  A  thing, my lord!
                       Hamlet.  Of nothing, bring  me to him.
                Editors rightly quote Ps. cxliv. 4 (Prayer  Book version),
                'Man  is like a tiling of nought,'  but they forget to com-
                plete the verse—'his  time  passeth  away like a  shadow,'
                and  so  fail  to  catch  Hamlet's  point,  which  is that  the
                King's  days  are  numbered,  as  he  has  hinted  in  the
                scarcely less cryptic 'The  body is with the king, but the
                king is not with the body'  a moment  before.
                  Elaborate  and  subtle  conundrums  of  this  kind  raise
                a  general  question  of  some  difficulty  at  first  sight  If
                modern  editors  poring  over  their  texts  with  the  aid  of
                dictionaries  and  glossaries  have  been  foiled,  how  were
                even  the  swiftest  Elizabethan  intelligences  expected  to
                tackle  them  in  the  rapid  give-and-take  of  spoken
                dialogue?  A  good  deal,  of  course,  depends  upon
                whether the spectator  or reader  comes to the play in the
                proper  frame  of  mind.  Anyone  who  has  watched  a
                music-hall  audience  taking  point  after  point  in  the  gag
                of  the  funny  man  will  know  how  quickly  even  the
                generality,  when  'tickle  o'th'sere,'  will  rise  to the  most
                far-fetched jest.  Editors, on the other hand, have usually
                been  of  a temperament  slow  in  such  uptake,  and  have
                lacked the education a music-hall might provide.  Again,
                Shakespeare  no  doubt  relied  to  some  extent  upon  the
                memory of his audience, and generally cast his quibbling
                riddles  into  a  form  which,  in  those  days  when  verbal
                memory   had  not  yet  been  swamped  and  corrupted
                by over-much  reading,  was  easy  to  retain  and  ponder
                when  the  play  was  done.  But  he  had  something  else
                besides memory to reckon with, a something the influence
                of which  upon  Elizabethan  drama  has  been  strangely
                neglected.
                  ' My tables, meet it is I set it down/ exclaims Hamlet;
                and  every  Elizabethan  gallant  or  inns-of-court  man
                carried  his table-book  about  him, for  use  on  all  sorts of
                occasions;  to  copy  down  'saws  of  books'  as  he  read,
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