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 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month— Let me not think on't.—Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month! or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she— 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 in her gallpd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue!