Hamlet Page #2
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For all, our thanks.
Now follows, that you know,
young Fortinbras,
holding a weak supposal
of our worth,
or thinking by our late
dear brother's death
our state to be disjoint
and out of frame,
he hath not fail'd
to pester us with message,
importing the surrender
of those lands
lost by his father,
with all bonds of law,
to our most valiant brother.
So much for him.
Thus much the business is.
We have here writ
We have here writ
To Norway,
uncle of young Fortinbras,
that he suppress
his nephew's further march
and threatening enterprise
against our state.
And we here dispatch you,
good Cornelia,
and Voltimand as our ambassadors
to old Norway.
In that and in all things
we show our duty.
We doubt it nothing.
Heartily farewell.
And now, Laertes,
what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit -
what is't, Laertes?
LAUGHTER:
to the Dane
and lose your voice.
My dread lord,
your leave and favour
to return to France,
I came to Denmark,
to show my duty in your coronation,
yet now, I must confess,
that duty done,
ny thoughts and wishes
and bow them
to your gracious leave and pardon.
Have you your father's leave?
What says Polonius?
He hath, my lord,
wrung from me my slow leave.
I do beseech you,
give him leave to go.
Take thy fair hour, Laertes -
time be thine,
and thy best graces
spend it at thy will!
But now,
our cousin Hamlet, and our son.
A little more than kin,
and less than kind.
How is it that the clouds
still hang on you?
Not so, my lord,
I am too much i' the sun.
Good Hamlet,
and let thine eye
look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever
with thy vail-ed lids
seek for thy noble father
in the dust.
Thou know'st 'tis common,
all that lives must die,
passing through nature to eternity.
Ay, madam, it is common. If it be,
why seems it
so particular with thee?
Seems, madam! Nay, it is,
I know not "seems".
'Tis not alone my inky cloak,
good mother,
nor customary suits of solemn black,
together with all forms,
moods, shapes of grief,
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.
Tis sweet and commendable
in your nature, Hamlet,
to your father.
But, you must know,
your father lost a father,
that father lost, lost his,
and the survivor, bound
in filial obligation for some term
to do obsequious sorrow.
But to persever
in obstinate condolement
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