Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.1 Ibid. With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2 To be, or not to be: that is the question: No The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, - 't is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, With a bare bodkin? who would fardels1 bear, But that the dread of something after death, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. I am myself indifferent honest. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. thou shalt Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Ibid. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Ibid. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! Ibid. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, Ibid. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! 1 "Who would these fardels" in White. Ibid. Ibid. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Ibid. Ibid. The very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Ibid. Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. Not to speak it profanely. Ibid. Ibid. I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Ibid. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Ibid. A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Ibid They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man And my imaginations are as foul Here's metal more attractive. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. Ibid. There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. Ibid. For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Ibid. This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Ibid. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Ibia. The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. Ibid. Why, let the stricken deer go weep, For some must watch, while some must sleep: Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Do Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2 you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Ibid. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Pol. Very like a whale. They fool me to the top of my bent. By and by is easily said. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; A brother's murder. Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. There is no "T is not so above; shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature. O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Iind. Ibid Ibid |