Hamlet Monologue- Alas, Poor Yorick..

First line “Alas, Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio– a fellow of infinite jest, of most
Second line excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how
Third line abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips
Fourth line that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your
Fifth line gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the
Sixth line table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen?
Seventh line Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to
Eighth line this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.”