Ros. We think not so, my lord.[786]
Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing[786][788]
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a[786][788] 245
prison.[786]
Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis too[786]
narrow for your mind.[786]
Ham. O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell and[786]
count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I[786] 250
have bad dreams.[786][789]
Guil. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very[786]
substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.[786]
Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.[786]
Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a[786] 255
quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.[786]
Ham. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs[786]
and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to[786]
the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.[786][790]
Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.[786][791] 260
Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest[786]
of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I[786]
am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of[786]
friendship, what make you at Elsinore?[792][793]