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duty in your coronation,
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King Have you your fatherā€™s leave? What says Polonius? Polonius

He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last
Upon his will I sealā€™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 sonā ā€”

Hamlet Aside. A little more than kin, and less than kind. King How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet Not so, my lord; I am too much iā€™ 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
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou knowā€™st ā€™tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

Hamlet Ay, madam, it is common. Queen

If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?

Hamlet

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not ā€œseems.ā€
ā€™Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected ā€™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

ā€™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; ā€™tis unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschoolā€™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! ā€™tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
ā€œThis must be so.ā€ 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.

Hamlet I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King

Why, ā€™tis a loving and a fair reply:
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforced 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 kingā€™s rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. Exeunt all but Hamlet.

Hamlet

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixā€™d
His canon ā€™gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie onā€™t! ah fie! ā€™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 monthā ā€”
Let me not think onā€™tā ā€”Frailty, thy name is woman!ā ā€”
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followā€™d my poor fatherā€™s body,
Like Niobe, all tears:ā ā€”why she, even sheā ā€”
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mournā€™d longerā ā€”married with my uncle,
My fatherā€™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 tongue.

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. Horatio Hail to your lordship! Hamlet

I am glad to see you well:
Horatioā ā€”or I do forget myself.

Horatio The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hamlet

Sir, my good friend; Iā€™ll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus?

Marcellus My good lordā ā€” Hamlet

I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

Horatio A truant disposition, good my lord. Hamlet

I would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do mine 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?
Weā€™ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Horatio My lord, I came to see your fatherā€™s funeral. Hamlet

I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my motherā€™s wedding.

Horatio Indeed, my lord, it followā€™d hard upon. Hamlet

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked 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!ā ā€”methinks I see my father.

Horatio Where, my lord? Hamlet In my mindā€™s eye, Horatio. Horatio I saw him once; he was a goodly king. Hamlet

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I

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