1 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
2 O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
3 Thou still hast been the father of good news.
4 Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
5 While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
6 Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience.
7 Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
8 If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
9 Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death.
10 But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.
11 Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me.
12 For thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks.
13 The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your offices.
14 Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.