It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue! On the Immortality of the Soul. To be, or not to be, that is the question: The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks Devoutly to be wished. To die,-to sleep ; To sleep! perchance to dream;-ay, there's the rub; When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; HAMLET'S Madness. Ophelia. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observed of all observers! quite, quite down! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! HAMLET's Friendship for HORatio. Hamlet. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? And could of men distinguish her election, She hath sealed thee for herself: for thou hast been A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those, To sound what stop she please: give me that man In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. KING LEAR. CORDELIA'S Love. Good, my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I They love you, all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry love with him, half my care, and duty: Half my Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. LEAR's Curse on his Daughter GONERIL. Hear, Nature, Dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful. Into her womb convey sterility! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring All things superfluous. feel O, reason not the need: our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, That all the world shall-I will do such things, What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be No, I'll not weep ;— I have full cause of weeping; but this heart LEAR in the Storm. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire! spout, rain! * * * * * Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, Take physic, pomp; |