Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green; and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes
Caption this Meme
