Hamlet

Act III, Scene ii: Lines 136-150 of 433
A room in Polonius' house.
 
HamletO God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do
but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
OpheliaNay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
HamletSo long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for
I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
the hobby-horse is forgot.'
[Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters]
[Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen
embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes
 

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