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Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent]:
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes ; time be thine,
[ Aside, King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun.
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids
261 Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay; madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black,
270 Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shews 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 shew; 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 : 280 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 perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: It shews a will most incorrect to heaven; A heart unfortify’d, or mind impatient; An understanding sinple, and unschool'd: For what, we know, must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
310 I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply ; Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof, No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rcuze the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away. [ Exeunt.
Manet HAMLET. Ham. O, that this too too solid fesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
322 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! O 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,
331 Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
-Frailty, thy name is
350 But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue !
Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.
Hamn. I am glad to see you well :
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?-
Mar. My good lord,
359 Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even,
sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? Hor. A truant disposition, good my
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
Hor. O where, my.lord ?
379 Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. ·