"Though yet of Hamlet our dear brothers death the memory be green, and that it us befitted to bear our hearts in grief,...Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature that we with wisest sorrow think on him.."
In that and all things we will show our duty.
Claudius: For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, Giving to you no further personal power. .
How is it that the clouds still hang on you (about your fathers death)?
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
You must know your father lost a father, that father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound in filial obligation for some term to do obsequious sorrow. 'Tis unmanly grief.
I pray thee, stay with us.
I shall in all my best obey you, madam
This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof no jocund health that Denmark drinks today. . . . respeaking eartly thunder.