_Ham._ O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,[177] Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 130 Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God![178] How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable[179] Seem to me all the uses of this world![180] Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,[181] 135 That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this![182] But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this,[183] Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,[183][184] 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven[185] Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth![186] Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,[186][187] As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--[188] 145 Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--[189] A little month, or ere those shoes were old[190] With which she follow'd my poor father's body,[191] Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she,--[192] O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,[193] 150 Would have mourn'd longer,--married with my uncle,[194] My father's brother, but no more like my father[195] Than I to Hercules: within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears[196] Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,[197] 155 She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets![198] It is not, nor it cannot come to good: But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue![199] _Enter_ HORATIO, MARCELLUS, _and_ BERNARDO. _Hor._ Hail to your lordship! _Ham._ I am glad to see you well:[200][201] 160 Horatio,--or I do forget myself.[201][202] _Hor._ The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.[203] _Ham._ Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:[204] And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?[205] 165 _Mar._ My good lord?[206] _Ham._ I am very glad to see you. [_To Ber._] Good even, sir.[207] But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?[208] _Hor._ A truant disposition, good my lord.[209] _Ham._ I would not hear your enemy say so,[210] 170 Nor shall you do my ear that violence,[211] To make it truster of your own report[212] Against yourself: I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore?[213] We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.[214] 175 _Hor._ My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. _Ham._ I prethee, do not mock me, fellow-student;[215] I think it was to see my mother's wedding.[216] _Hor._ Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.[217]