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HAMLET
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely!. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly!. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember!? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married!. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue!.
act I scene II



* Hamlet: My excellent good friends! How dost thou Guildenstern!? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do you both!?
Rosencrantz: As indifferent as children of the earth!.
Guildenstern: Happy in that we are not overhappy; on Fortune's cap we are not the very button!.
Hamlet: Nor the soles of her shoe!?
Rosencrantz: Neither, my lord!.
Hamlet: Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours!?
Guildenstern: Faith, her privates we!.
Hamlet: In the secret parts of Fortune!? O, most true! She is a strumpet!. What's the news!?
Rosencrantz: None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest!.
Hamlet: Then is doomsday near!.
Act II scene ii



HAMLET
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away!.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir!?
Act III scene II


All mention shoes, vaguely!. They are all that I could findWww@QuestionHome@Com

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