Hamlet Page #2
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we beseech you bend you to remain here,
in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
our chiefest courtier,
cousin, and our son.
Let not thy mother lose her prayers,
Hamlet:
I pray thee stay with us;
go not to Wittenberg.
I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
Why, 'tis a fair and loving reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
this gentle and unforc'd accord
of Hamlet sits smiling in my heart;
in grace whereof, no jocund health
but the great cannon
and the King's rouse the heavens
shall bruit again,
re-speaking earthly thunder.
O, that this too too sullied flesh
would melt,
thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't; Ah, fie!
'Tis an unweeded garden,
that grows to seed;
things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely.
That it should come to this!
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.
Heaven and earth! Must I remember?
Why, she should 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,
with which she followed
my poor father's body,
Iike Niobe, all tears,
why she, even she
- O God! a beast that wants discourse
of reason would have mourn'd 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
had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
she married.
with such dexterity to incestuous sheets.
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart,
for I must hold my tongue.
Hail to your lordship.
I am glad to see you well.
Horatio, or I do forget myself.
The same, my lord,
and your poor servant ever.
Sir, my good friend,
I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg,
Horatio?
Marcellus. I am very glad to see you.
Good even, sir. But what, in faith,
make you from Wittenberg?
- A truant disposition, good my lord.
- I would not hear your enemy say so.
But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll
teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
My lord,
I came to see your father's funeral.
I prithee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see
my mother's wedding.
Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
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