unprevailing

’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature ,
Hamlet ,
To give these mourning duties to your father .
But you must know your father lost a father ,
That father lost , lost his , and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow . But to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness . ’Tis unmanly grief .
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven ,
A heart unfortified , a mind impatient ,
An understanding simple and unschooled .
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense ,
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart ? Fie , ’tis a fault to heaven ,
A fault against the dead , a fault to nature ,
To reason most absurd , whose common theme
Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried ,
From the first corse till he that died today ,
This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth
This unprevailing woe and think of us
As of a father ; for let the world take note ,
You are the most immediate to our throne ,
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son
Do I impart toward you . For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg ,
It is most retrograde to our desire ,
And we beseech you , bend you to remain
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye ,
Our chiefest courtier , cousin , and our son .