1 Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
2 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
3 So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
4 And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character.
5 If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry.
6 Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
7 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
8 So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
9 I prythee, when thou see'st that act a-foot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle.
10 Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.
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 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 As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on When he th'ambitious Norway combated; So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
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.
15 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.
16 Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
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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