Hamlet

by William Shakespeare (1603)

Act 1 Scene 2

Hamlet - Male, 25 to 35 yrs

Scene partner - himself

Monologue - Dramatic, 1:00 to 2:00 min

Hamlet:

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!

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