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AVID English 10

Mr. Rojas /

Say, Mean, Matter: Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 133-164

Say Mean Matter

1 O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
2 Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
3 Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
4 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God!
5 How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
6 Seem to me all the uses of this world!
7 Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
8 That grows to seed; things rank and gross in
9 Possess it merely. That it should come to
1 But two months dead: nay, not so much, not
0 two:
1 So excellent a king; that was, to this,
1 Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
1 That he might not beteem the winds of
3 heaven
1 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and
4 earth!
1 Must I remember? why, she would hang on
5 him,
1 As if increase of appetite had grown
1 By what it fed on: and yet, within a month
7 --
1 Let me not think on't -- Frailty, thy name is
8 woman! --
1 A little month, or ere those shoes were old
2 With which she follow'd my poor father's
0 body,
2 Like Niobe, all tears: -- why she, even she
1 --
2 O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of
2 reason,
2 Would have mourn'd longer -- married with
3 my uncle,
2 My father's brother, but no more like my
4 father
2 Than I to Hercules: within a month:
2 Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
2 Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
2 She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
2 With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
3 It is not nor it cannot come to good:
3 But break, my heart; for I must hold my
1 tongue.