William Shakespeare,
The Works of William Shakespeare…
“ Ham. [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind. [144] 65 King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. [145] Queen Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, [146] And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids [147] 70 Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, [148] Passing through nature to eternity. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? 75 Ham. ”
