Unit 7: Cheer Up Love Flashcards
KING: But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-
A little more than kin, and less than kind
KING: How is it that the clouds still hang on?
Not so much, my lord, I am too much in the ‘son’
QUEEN: Thou knowst ‘tis common all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity
Ay, madam, it is common.
QUEEN: If it be
Why seem sit so particular with you?
‘Seems’, madam-
‘Seems’, madam-
Nay it is,
Nay it is,
I know not ‘seems’.
I know not ‘seems’.
‘Tis not alone my inky cloak,
‘Tis not alone my inky cloak,
cold mother,
cold mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No,
No,
nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms,
Together with all forms,
moods,
moods,
shapes of grief,