Act 1 Scene 2

Act 1 Scene 2

                                                              
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KING
 87   'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
 88   To give these mourning duties to your father:
 89   But, you must know, your father lost a father;
 90   That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
 91   In filial obligation for some term
 92   To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
 93   In obstinate condolement is a course
 94   Of impious stubbornness; 'tisunmanly grief;

 95   It shows a will most incorrect toheaven,
 96   A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
 97   An understanding simple and unschool'd:
 98   For what we know must be and is as common
 99   As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
100   Why should we in our peevish opposition   
101   Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,                                    
102   A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
103   To reason most absurd: whose common them
104   Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, 
105   From the first corse till he that died to-day,                                                   
106   "This must be so." We pray you, throw to earth
107   This unprevailing woe, and think of us
108   As of a father: for let the world take note,
109   You are the most immediate to our throne;
110   And with no less nobility of love
111   Than that which dearest father bears his son,
112   Do I impart toward you. For your intent
113   In going back to school in Wittenberg,
114   It is most retrograde to our desire:
115   And we beseech you, bend you to remain
116   Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
117   Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.