O,That This Too,Too Solid Flesh Would Melt

1 Thou Detestable Maw,Thou Wom of Death
2 O,That This Too,Too Solid Flesh Would Melt
3 O All You Host of Heaven!O Earth!What Else?
4 O,What a Rogue and Peasant Slave Am I !
5 I Will Tell You Why:So Shall My Anticipation Prevent Your Discovery
6 To Be or Not to Be:That is the Question
7 How All Occasions do Inform Against Me
8 What is He Whose Grief Bears Such an Emphasis?
9 What Lady is That,Which Doth Enrich the Hand
10 He Jests at Scars That Never Felt a Wound
11 Wilt Thou be Gone? It is Not Yet Near Day