ABSTRACT
O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer—married with my uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. Hamlet (I, ii)
