_King._ How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?

_Ham._ Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th'Sun.[2]
[Sidenote: so much my ... in the sonne.]

_Queen._ Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,[4]
[Sidenote: nighted[3]]
And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
Do not for euer with thy veyled[5] lids [Sidenote: vailed]
Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,
Passing through Nature, to Eternity.

_Ham._ I Madam, it is common.[6]

_Queen._ If it be;
Why seemes it so particular with thee.

_Ham._ Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:[7]
'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)
[Sidenote: cloake coold mother [8]]
Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,
Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,
[Sidenote: moodes, chapes of]
That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,[9] [Sidenote: deuote]
For they are actions that a man might[10] play: