O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, {135}Seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. That it should come to this!But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: {140}So excellent a king; that was, to this
In this poignant soliloquy from Hamlet, the protagonist expresses deep despair and a longing for escape from the burdens of life. He wishes that his physical form could dissolve and that the eternal laws against suicide did not exist. Hamlet is overwhelmed by the monotony and futility of existence, feeling as if the world is a desolate garden, overrun by decay and negativity. His grief is intensified by the recent death of his father, a king he held in high regard.
Hamlet's reflection encapsulates his profound disillusionment with life after loss. The thoughts of mortality and the heaviness of his sorrow lead him to wrestle with the concept of death and the idea of reclaiming peace through self-annihilation. This soliloquy reveals his inner turmoil and sets the stage for the tragic events that follow in the play. Hamlet's struggle with these feelings is central to the exploration of themes of life, death, and the human condition in Shakespeare's work.
