´Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet To give these mourning duties to your father. but to persever In obstine condolement is a course of impious stubborness. ´Tis unmanly grief. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortied, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschooled
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother´s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted TO bears our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think of him Together with remembrance of ourselves
The serpent that did sting thy father´s life/ Now wears the crown.