Page 215 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And we beseech you bend you to remain [115]
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

QUEEN
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

HAMLET
I shall in all my best obey you, madam. [120]

KING
Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.
This gentle and unforc’d accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof
No jocund health that Denmark drinks today [125]
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And the King’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.

HAMLET
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew, [130]
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d

His canon ’gainst self-slaughter. O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t, ah fie, ’tis an unweeded garden [135]

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead − nay, not so much, not two −
So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother [140]
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him