Lines: 1-16
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE,HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND,CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants
KING CLAUDIUS
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother'sdeath The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our wholekingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now ourqueen, The imperial jointress to this warlike state,Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--With an auspicious and a dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge inmarriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely goneWith this affair along. For all, our thanks.
Lines: 67-86
HAMLET
67 Not so, my lord; I am too much i' thesun.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
68 Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,69And let thine eye look like a friend onDenmark.70Do not for ever with thy vailèd lids71 Seek for thy noble father in the dust:72Thou know'st 'tis common; all that livesmust die,73 Passing through nature to eternity.
HAMLET
74 Ay, madam, it is common.
QUEEN
74 If it be,75Why seems it so particular with thee?
HAMLET
76 Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not"seems."77 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, goodmother,78 Nor customary suits of solemn black,79Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,80No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,81Nor the dejected havior of the visage,82 Together with all forms, moods, shapesof grief,83 That can denote me truly: these indeedseem,84For they are actions that a man mightplay:85 But I have that within which passethshow;86These but the trappings and the suits of woe.80No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,81Nor the dejected havior of the visage,82 Together with all forms, moods, shapesof grief,83 That can denote me truly: these indeedseem,84For they are actions that a man mightplay:85 But I have that within which passethshow;86These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
ACT I. SCENE V.Lines: 40-91
HAMLET
40 O my propheticsoul!41 My uncle?
GHOST
42Ay, that incestuous, that adulteratebeast,43 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorousgifts—44 O wicked wit and gifts, that have thepower45 So to seduce!—won to his shameful lust46 The will of my most seeming-virtuousqueen:47 O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!48 From me, whose love was of that dignity
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