1 But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
2 Give first admittance to th'ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
3 If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me.
4 This must be known, which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
5 We both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet To be commanded.
6 For Lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him that he is young; And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you.
7 My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time.
8 Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
9 This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
10 What it should be, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th'understanding of himself, I cannot dream of.
11 I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
12 I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch so like the King That was and is the question of these wars.
13 I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
14 But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage.
15 Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
16 Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear 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 on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves.
17 Now follows, that you know young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother.
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