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King。 Have you your father's leave？ What says Polonius？ Pol。 He hath； my
lord； wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition； and at last
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent。 I do beseech you give him leave to
go。 King。 Take thy fair hour； Laertes。 Time be thine； And thy best graces
spend it at thy will！ But now； my cousin Hamlet； and my son… Ham。 ＇aside＇
A little more than kin； and less than kind！ King。 How is it that the clouds
still hang on you？ Ham。 Not so； my lord。 I am too much i' th' 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 Seek for thy noble
father in the dust。 Thou know'st 'tis common。 All that lives must die；
Passing through nature to eternity。 Ham。 Ay； madam； it is common。 Queen。
If it be； Why seems it so particular with thee？ Ham。 Seems； madam； Nay；
it is。 I know not 'seems。' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak； good mother； Nor
customary suits of solemn black； Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath；
No； nor the fruitful river in the eye； Nor the dejected havior of the visage；
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。 King。 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature； Hamlet； To give
these mourning duties 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 is a course Of impious stubbornness。 'Tis unmanly
grief； It shows a will most incorrect to heaven； A heart unfortified； a mind
impatient； An understanding simple and unschool'd； For what we know
must be； and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense； Why
should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart？ Fie！ 'tis a fault to
heaven； A fault against the dead； a fault to nature； To reason most absurd；
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THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET； PRINCE OF DENMARK
whose common theme Is death of fathers； and who still hath cried； From
the first corse till he that died to…day； 'This must be so。' We pray you throw
to earth 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； And with no
less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I
impart toward you。 For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg；
It is most retrograde to our desire； And we beseech you； bend you to
remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye； Our chiefest courtier；
cousin； and our son。 Queen。 Let not thy mother lose her prayers； Hamlet。 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
rouse the heaven shall bruit again； Respeaking 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 fix'd His canon 'gainst self…slaughter！ O God！ 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 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 ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body Like 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。 O；
most wicked speed； to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets！ It is
not； nor it cannot come to good。 But break my heart； for I must hold my
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tongue！
Enter Horatio； Marcellus； and Bernardo。
Hor。 Hail to your lordship！ Ham。 I am glad to see you well。 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； Horatio？ Marcellus？ Mar。 My good lord！ Ham。 I am
very glad to see you。… ＇To Bernardo＇ Good even； sir。…
But what； in faith； make you from Wittenberg？ Hor。 A truant
disposition； good my lord。 Ham。 I would not hear your enemy say so； Nor
shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself。 I know you are no truant。 But what is your affair in
Elsinore？ We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart。 Hor。 My lord； I
came to see your father's funeral。 Ham。 I prithee do not mock me； fellow
student。 I think it was to see my mother's wedding。 Hor。 Indeed； my lord； it
followed hard upon。 Ham。 Thrift； thrift； Horatio！ The funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables。 Would I had met my dearest
foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day； Horatio！ My father… methinks I
see my father。 Hor。 O； where； my lord？ Ham。 In my mind's eye； Horatio。
Hor。 I saw him once。 He was a goodly king。 Ham。 He was a man； take him
for all in all。 I shall not look upon his like again。 Hor。 My lord； I think I
saw him yesternight。 Ham。 Saw？ who？ Hor。 My lord； the King your father。
Ham。 The King my father？ Hor。 Season your admiration for a while With
an attent ear； till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen； This
marvel to you。 Ham。 For God's love let me hear！ Hor。 Two nights together
had these gentlemen （Marcellus and Bernardo） on their watch In the dead
vast and middle of