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An understanding simple and unschool'd:
Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's Marriage.
O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve* itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
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 That it should come to this!
Possess it merely.
But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not two:
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,—
Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,——
O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
The Extent of Human Perfection.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
Satire on ungracious Pastors.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Advice to a Son going to Travel.
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
*Regards not his own lessons.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
And they in France, of the best rank and station,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
Hamlet's Address to his Father's Ghost.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us !— Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me:
Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
*Palm of the hand.
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
The Dangers attendant on following the Ghost. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
o'er his base into the sea?
And there assume some other horrible form,
Ghost and Hamlet.
HAMLET. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Alas, poor ghost! but lend thy serious hearing
Speak, I am bound to hear.
GHOST. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. HAMLET. What?
GHOST. I am thy father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night;
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
And each particular hair to stand on end,
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood:-List, list, O list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,—
HAMLET. O heaven!
GHOST. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
GHOST. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
HAMLET. Haste me to know it; that I with wings
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe's Wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
Rankly abus'd but know, thou noble youth,