Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, 72
Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
Ham. Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not 'seems.' 76
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, 80
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play: 84
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father: 88
But, 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; but to persever 92
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, 96
An understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
72 common: the common lot
75 particular: personal
79 windy suspiration: tempestuous sighing
forc'd: against one's will
80 fruitful: copious
81 haviour: behavior
83 denote: portray
92 obsequious: dutiful
93 condolement: sorrowing
99 vulgar thing: common experience
