HAMLET

　　[Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.

　　Player Queen

　　The instances that second marriage move

　　Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:

　　A second time I kill my husband dead,

　　When second husband kisses me in bed.

　　Player King

　　I do believe you think what now you speak;

　　But what we do determine oft we break.

　　Purpose is but the slave to memory,

　　Of violent birth, but poor validity;

　　Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;

　　But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

　　Most necessary 'tis that we forget

　　To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:

　　What to ourselves in passion we propose,

　　The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

　　The violence of either grief or joy

　　Their own enactures with themselves destroy:

　　Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

　　Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.

　　This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange

　　That even our loves should with our fortunes change;

　　For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

　　Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

　　The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;

　　The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.

　　And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;

　　For who not needs shall never lack a friend,

　　And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

　　Directly seasons him his enemy.

　　But, orderly to end where I begun,

　　Our wills and fates do so contrary run

　　That our devices still are overthrown;

　　Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:

　　So think thou wilt no second husband wed;

　　But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

　　Player Queen

　　Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!