85 90 95 100 105 That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father. In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow; but to persever Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief; This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; for, let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our throne, Than that which dearest father bears his son, I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Witten berg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Madam, come; 110 115 120 This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! 130 135 140 145 150 How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Possess it merely. That it should come to But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. earth! Heaven and Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't-Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or e'er those shoes were old Like Niobe, all tears,-why she, even she- reason, Would have mourned longer-married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules; within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. Ham. I am glad to see you well. 160 Horatio!-or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Hora tio? Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To Ber.] Good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you from Witten- Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. 165 170 175 Against yourself. I know you are no truant. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellowstudent. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. 180 Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bakedmeats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Ham. I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. 190 Ham. Saw? Who? 195 Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, |