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n denote me truly; these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe."_ Then, after the exit of the old murder-king and his _particeps criminis_ queen--Hamlet ponders to himself on life and death in these lofty lines: _"O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon against self slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! O Fye! '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 wind 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 it--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 mourned longer,--married with my 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 of her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor can it come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!"_ Laertes before his departure for France gives his sister Ophelia some advice and warns her against the blandishments of Hamlet. He says: _"Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire; Be wary then; best safety lies in fear, Youth to itself rebels, though none else near."_ This innocent, beautiful girl gave this wise reply to her brother: _"I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to
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