Anticipate his points,
And follow out his argument for him;
Thus you will cut the ground from 'neath his feet,
And leave him nought to say.
The result is as follows:—
Enter Hamlet; he stalks to a chair, throws himself into it.
Ham. To be—or not to be!
Ros.(R. of chair)Yes—that's the point!
Whether he's bravest who will cut his throat
Rather than suffer all—
Guild. (l. of chair) Or suffer all
Rather than cut his throat?
Ham. (annoyed at interruption, resumes) To die—to sleep——
Ros. It's nothing more—Death is but sleep spun out—
Why hesitate?(Offers him a dagger.)
Guild.The only question is
Between the choice of deaths which death to choose.
(Offers another.)
Ham. (in great terror) Do take these dreadful things away. They make
My blood run cold. (Resumes) To sleep, perchance to——
Ros. Dream.
That's very true. I never dream myself,
But Guildenstern dreams all night long out loud.