¶I doe be
seech you giue him leaue to goe.
¶King. Take thy faire houre
Laertes, time be thine
¶And thy be
st graces
spend it at thy will:
¶But now my Co
sin
Hamlet, and my
sonne.
245Ham. A little more then kin, and le
sse then kind.
¶King. How is it that the clowdes
still hang on you.
¶Ham. Not
so much my Lord, I am too much in the
sonne.
¶Queene. Good
Hamlet ca
st thy nighted colour off
¶And let thine eye looke like a friend on
Denmarke,
250Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids
¶Seeke for thy noble Father in the du
st,
¶Thou know'
st tis common all that liues mu
st die,
¶Pa
ssing through nature to eternitie.
¶Ham. I Maddam, it is common.
¶VVhy
seemes it
so perticuler with thee.
¶Ham. Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not
seemes,
¶Tis not alone my incky cloake coold mother
¶Nor cu
stomary
suites of
solembe blacke
260Nor windie
su
spiration of for
st breath
¶No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye,
¶Nor the deiected hauior of the vi
sage
¶Together with all formes, moodes, chapes of griefe
¶That can deuote me truely, the
se indeede
seeme,
265For they are actions that a man might play
¶But I haue that within which pa
sses
showe
¶The
se but the trappings and the
suites of woe.
¶King. Tis
sweete and commendable in your nature
Hamlet,
270To giue the
se mourning duties to your father
¶But you mu
st knowe your father lo
st a father,
¶That father lo
st, lo
st his, and the
suruiuer bound
¶In filliall obligation for
some tearme
¶To doe ob
sequious
sorrowe, but to per
seuer
275In ob
stinate condolement, is a cour
se
¶Of impious
stubbornes, tis vnmanly griefe,
¶It
showes a will mo
st incorrect to heauen
¶A hart vnfortified, or minde impatient
¶An vnder
standing
simple and vn
schoold
280For what we knowe mu
st be, and is as common