1 Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
2 Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
3 And so he goes to heaven; And so am I reveng'd.
4 By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
5 By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, Till our scale turn the beam.
6 Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.
7 There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
8 And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
9 That would be scann'd: A villain kills my father, and for that I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven.
10 Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker.
11 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures.
12 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.
13 But howsoever thou pursu'st this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
14 And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.
15 But good my brother, Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst like a puff'd and reckless libertine Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.
16 Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks today But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder.
17 Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed, At gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't, Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes.
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