That we would do, / We should do when we would; for this ‘would’ changes, / And hath abatements and delays as many / As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;

But to persevere / In obstinate condolement is a course / Of impious stubbornness. ’Tis unmanly grief, / It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, / A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, / An understanding simple and unschool’d;

Give thy thoughts no tongue, / Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.

Since nor th’exterior nor the inward man / Resembles that it was.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet. / Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee, / Nor thine on me.

So shall you hear / Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts, / Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters, / Of deaths put on by cunning and forc’d cause, / And, in this upshot, purposes mistook / Fall’n on the inventors’ heads.