[Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,[177]
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 130
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God![178]
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable[179]
Seem to me all the uses of this world![180]
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,[181] 135
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this![182]
But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,[183]
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,[183][184] 140
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven[185]
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth![186]
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,[186][187]
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month—[188] 145
Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!—[189]
A little month, or ere those shoes were old[190]
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,[191]
Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she,—[192]
O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,[193] 150
Would have mourn'd longer,—married with my uncle,[194]
My father's brother, but no more like my father[195]
Than I to Hercules: within a month;
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears[196]
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,[197] 155
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets![198]
It is not, nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue![199]
Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.
Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well:[200][201] 160
Horatio,—or I do forget myself.[201][202]
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.[203]
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:[204]
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus?[205] 165
Mar. My good lord?[206]
Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To Ber.] Good even, sir.[207]
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?[208]
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.[209]