HAMLETA TRAGEDY No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, y menning Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.KING.

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

To give these mourning duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father lost a father,
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term

To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course

Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool'd.
We pray you, throw to earth

This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne,
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.

KING.

Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:

Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet