_P. King._ Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; My operant powers their functions leave to do:[1243] And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,[1244] 165 Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind[1245] For husband shalt thou--[1246] _P. Queen._ O, confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast: In second husband let me be accurst! None wed the second but who kill'd the first.[1247] 170 _Ham._ [_Aside_] Wormwood, wormwood.[1248] _P. Queen._ The instances that second marriage move[1249] Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:[1250] A second time I kill my husband dead,[1251] When second husband kisses me in bed. 175 _P. King._ I do believe you think what now you speak,[1252] But what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth but poor validity:[1253] Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,[1254] 180 But fall unshaken when they mellow be. Most necessary 'tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. 185 The violence of either grief or joy[1255] Their own enactures with themselves destroy:[1256] Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.[1257] This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange[1258] 190 That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune or else fortune love.[1259] The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;[1260] The poor advanced makes friends of enemies: 195 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;[1261] For who not needs shall never lack a friend,[1262] And who in want a hollow friend doth try Directly seasons him his enemy.[1263] But, orderly to end where I begun, 200 Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: So think thou wilt no second husband wed,[1264] But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.[1265] 205 _P. Queen._ Nor earth to me give food nor heaven light![1266] Sport and repose lock from me day and night! To desperation turn my trust and hope![1267] An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope![1267][1268] Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, 210 Meet what I would have well and it destroy! Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever I be wife![1269] _Ham._ If she should break it now![1270]