Seem to me all the uses134 of this world!
Fie on't! O, fie, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed: things rank and gross136 in nature
Possess it merely137. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king, that was to139 this
Hyperion to a satyr140, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem141 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 gr
own
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 ere147 those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body,
Like Niobe149, all tears: why she, even she --
O, heaven! A beast that wants discourse of reason150
Would have mourned longer -- married with mine uncle,
My father's brother but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules153. Within a month?
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous154 tears
Had left the flushing of her galled155 eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post156
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, Barnardo and Marcellus
HORATIO Hail to your lordship!
HAMLET I am glad to see you well: