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O that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,

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,

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

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,—

Let me not think on't,—Frailty, thy name is woman!—

A little month; or ere those shoes were old

With which she followed my poor father's body

Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,—

O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason,

Would have mourn'd longer,—married with mine uncle,

My father's brother; but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules: within a month;

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married:—O, most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not, nor it cannot come to good;

But break my heart,—for I must hold my tongue!

2007-04-09 12:01:18 · 2 answers · asked by cristel m 1 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

2 answers

~Right you are. Shakespeare couldn't put words to paper to save his life. Try:
"My daddy is dead, mommy married his brother, I hate my step-father, my life sucks. I wish I was worm food."

2007-04-09 12:06:26 · answer #1 · answered by Oscar Himpflewitz 7 · 3 0

'Ha Ha' To the first answer. That's basically what Hamlet is saying though

2007-04-09 19:36:14 · answer #2 · answered by sheila 3 · 0 0

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