Ros. Will't please you go, my lord?[1645][1656] 30
Ham. I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.[1645]
[Exeunt all but Hamlet.[1645][1657]
How all occasions do inform against me,[1645]
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,[1645]
If his chief good and market of his time[1645]
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.[1645] 35
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,[1645]
Looking before and after, gave us not[1645]
That capability and god-like reason[1645]
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be[1645][1658]
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple[1645] 40
Of thinking too precisely on the event,—[1645]
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom[1645]
And ever three parts coward,—I do not know[1645][1659]
Why yet I live to say 'this thing's to do,'[1645][1659]
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means,[1645] 45
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:[1645]
Witness this army, of such mass and charge,[1645]
Led by a delicate and tender prince,[1645]
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd[1645]
Makes mouths at the invisible event,[1645] 50
Exposing what is mortal and unsure[1645]
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,[1645]
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great[1645][1660]
Is not to stir without great argument,[1645][1660][1661]
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw[1645] 55
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,[1645]
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,[1645]
Excitements of my reason and my blood,[1645]
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see[1645]
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,[1645][1662] 60
That for a fantasy and trick of fame[1645]
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot[1645][1663]
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,[1645]
Which is not tomb enough and continent[1645]
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,[1645][1664] 65
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit.[1645]
Scene V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.
Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.[1665]
Queen. I will not speak with her.
Gent. She is importunate, indeed distract:[1666][1667]
Her mood will needs be pitied.[1667]
Queen. What would she have?
Gent. She speaks much of her father, says she hears[1666]
There's tricks i' the world, and hems and beats her heart, 5
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,[1668]
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;[1669] 10
Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,[1670]
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,[1671]
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.