Hamlet Page #5

He hath importuned me with

love in honourable fashion.

When the blood burns,

how prodigal the soul

doth lend the tongue vows.

These blazes, daughter,

given more light than heat,

extinct in both,

even in their promise

as it is a-making,

you must not take for fire.

I do not know what I should think.

From this time,

be scanter of your maiden presence.

Set your entreatments

at a higher rate,

than a command to parley.

The Lord Hamlet, believe in him

so much that he is young

and with a larger tether may he

walk than may be given you.

Do not believe his vows.

I would not, in plain terms,

from this time forth,

have you so slander

any moment leisure as to give

words or talk

with the Lord Hamlet.

Look to it.

I charge you.

We have the word "to be".

But what I propose s

the word "to Inter-be".

"Inter-be".

It s not possble to be alone,

to be by yourself.

You need other people

n order to be.

You need other bengs

n order to be.

Not only you need

father, mother,

but also uncle,

or brother, sster,

socety.

But you also need sunshne,

rver, ar, trees,

brds, elephants,

and so on.

So t s mpossble to be

by yourself, alone.

You have to "nter-be"

wth everyone and everythng else.

And therefore to be

means to "nter-be".

To the celestial

and my soul's idol...

the most beautified Ophelia.

Doubt that the stars are fire,

doubt that the sun doth move,

doubt truth to be a liar,

but never doubt my love.

To be or not to be.

To be or not to be.

So oft t chances

n partcular men

that for some vcous

mole of nature n them

or by some habt

that too much overleavens

the form of plausble manners,

that these men,

carryng, I say,

the stamp of one defect,

ther vrtues else they

as pure as grace,

shall n the general censure

take corrupton...

How goes my good Lord Hamlet?

Well, God-a-mercy.

Do you know me, my lord?

Excellent well.

You are a fishmonger.

Not I, my lord.

Then I would you were

so honest a man.

Honest, my lord?

Ay, sir. To be honest,

as this worid goes,

s to one man of ten thousand.

That s very true, my lord.

Have you a daughter?

I have, my lord.

Let her not walk in the sun.

Conception is a blessing,

but as your daughter may conceive,

friend, look to it.

How say you by that?

Stll harpng on my daughter.

He s far gone.

And truly n my youth

I suffered much for love.

Will you go out into the air?

Into my grave.

My honourable lord,

I humbly take my leave of you.

You cannot take from me anything

I will not willingly part,

except my life.

Except my life.

Except my life.

Except my life.

My liege.

My liege, and madam.

To expostulate...

what majesty should be,

what duty is,

why day is day,

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