Act 2, Scene 2

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[Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, with others.]

Claudius

Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. 
Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need we have to use you did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation — so call it,
Since not th' exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was. What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from th' understanding of himself
I cannot dream of. I entreat you both, 
That, being of so young days brought up with him,
And since so neighbored to his youth and humor,
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time, so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occasion you may glean,
Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus,
That opened, lies within our remedy.

Gertrude

Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you. 
And sure I am, two men there are not living
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you 
To show us so much gentry and good will
As to expend your time with us awhile
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a king's remembrance.

Rosencrantz

                                                        Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.

Guildenstern

                                We both obey, 
And here give up ourselves in the full bent,
To lay our services freely at your feet
To be commanded.

Claudius

Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.

Gertrude

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changèd son. Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

Guildenstern

Heavens make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and helpful to him!
[Exit Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and other Courtiers.]

Gertrude

                                                Ay, amen.
[Enter Polonius.]

Polonius

Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, 
Are joyfully returned.

Claudius

Thou still hast been the father of good news.

Polonius

Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,
I hold my duty as I hold my soul —
Both to my God and to my gracious king.
And I do think — or else this brain of mine
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
As it have used to do — that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

Claudius

Oh, speak of that! That do I long to hear. 

Polonius

Give first admittance to th' ambassadors.
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.    

Claudius

Thyself do grace to them and bring them in.    
[To Gertrude]
He tells me, my sweet queen, that he hath found
The head and source of all your son's distemper. 

Gertrude

I doubt it is no other but the main:
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
[Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.]

Claudius

Well, we shall sift him.
[To Voltemand and Cornelius] Welcome, good friends.
Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?

Voltemand

Most fair return of greetings and desires. 
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies, which to him appeared
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack.
But, better looked into, he truly found
It was against your highness. Whereat, grieved 
That so his sickness, age, and impotence
Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortinbras, which he, in brief, obeys,
Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,
Makes vow before his uncle never more
To give th' assay of arms against your majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, 
Gives him threescore thousand crowns in annual fee
And his commission to employ those soldiers 
So levied as before, against the Polack.
With an entreaty, herein further shown, 
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprise,
On such regards of safety and allowance
As therein are set down.

Claudius

                                       It likes us well,
And at our more considered time we'll read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Meantime, we thank you for your well-took labor; 
Go to your rest. At night we'll feast together.
Most welcome home! 
[Exit Ambassadors.]

Polonius

                                     This business is well ended. 
My liege and madam. To expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night, night, and time is time —
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, 
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
Mad call I it, for to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go.

Gertrude

                        More matter, with less art.

Polonius

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he's mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true — a foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him, then. And now remains     
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather, say the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Perpend.
I have a daughter — have whilst she is mine — 
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this. Now gather and surmise.
[He reads from a letter.]
"To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
beautified Ophelia" — That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase;
beautified is a vile phrase. But you shall hear —
"thus in her excellent white bosom, these ..."

Gertrude

Came this from Hamlet to her?

Polonius

Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful
[He reads.]
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers.
I have not art to reckon my groans. But that I  
love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, 
Whilst this machine is to him,  Hamlet."
In obedience hath my daughter showed me, 
And more above hath his solicitings,
As they fell out, by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.

Claudius 

                                     But how hath she 
Received his love?

Polonius 

                              What do you think of me?

Claudius

As of a man faithful and honorable.

Polonius

I would fain prove so. But what might you think, 
When I had seen this hot love on the wing — 
As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me — what might you,
Or my dear majesty your queen here, think
If I had played the desk or table-book,
Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
Or looked upon this love with idle sight,
What might you think? No, I went round to work, 
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
"Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star.
This must not be." And then I precepts gave her:
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,
And he, repulsèd, a short tale to make, 
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and by this declension
Into the madness wherein now he raves,
And all we mourn for.

Claudius 

[To Queen]  Do you think 'tis this?

Gertrude

It may be, very likely.

Polonius

Hath there been such a time — I would fain know that — 
That I have positively said "'tis so",
When it proved otherwise?

Claudius

                                             Not that I know. 

Polonius     

[Indicating his head and shoulder]
Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the center.

Claudius

                               How may we try it further?

Polonius

You know sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.

Gertrude

                              So he has indeed.

Polonius

At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. 
Be you and I behind an arras then,
Mark the encounter. If he love her not,
And be not from his reason fallen thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state
But keep a farm and carters.

Claudius 

                                                We will try it.
[Enter Hamlet reading a book].

Gertrude

But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

Polonius

Away, I do beseech you, both away.
I'll board him presently. Oh, give me leave.
[Exit Claudius and Gertrude.]

Polonius    

How does my good Lord Hamlet? 

Hamlet   

Well, God-a-mercy.

Polonius  

Do you know me, my lord?

Hamlet   

Excellent well. Y'are a fishmonger.

Polonius   

Not I, my lord.

Hamlet   

Then I would you were so honest a man.

Polonius   

Honest, my lord?

Hamlet   

Ay, sir, to be honest as this world goes is to be 
one man picked out of ten thousand.

Polonius   

That's very true, my lord.

Hamlet   

For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a 
good kissing carrion — Have you a daughter?

Polonius   

I have, my lord.

Hamlet   

Let her not walk i'th' sun. Conception is a blessing. 
But not as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to't.    

Polonius   

[Aside]  How say you by that — still harping on my 
daughter, yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a 
fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone. And truly, in my 
youth I suffered much extremity for love, very near this.
I'll speak to him again. 
[To Hamlet] What do you read, my lord? 

Hamlet

Words, words, words.

Polonius   

What is the matter, my lord?

Hamlet   

Between who?

Polonius   

I mean the matter that you read, my lord.    

Hamlet   

Slanders, sir. For the satirical rogue says here that 
old men have gray beards, that their faces are wrinkled,
their eyes purging thick amber or plumtree gum, and
that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with
weak hams — all which, sir, though I most powerfully
and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it 
thus set down. For you yourself, sir, should be old as I am
if, like a crab, you could go backward.    

Polonius   

[Aside]  Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
[To Hamlet]  Will you walk out of the air, my lord?    

Hamlet

Into my grave?    

Polonius   

Indeed, that is out of the air.  [Aside] How pregnant    
sometimes his replies are! A happiness that often madness
hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously
be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive
the means of meeting between him and my daughter.
[To Hamlet] My honorable lord, I will most humbly take my 
leave of you.    

Hamlet   

You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal — except my life, except my life,
my life. 

Polonius   

Fare you well, my lord.

Hamlet   

These tedious old fools!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

Polonius   

You go to seek the Lord Hamlet? There he is. 

Rosencrantz   

God save you, sir.
[Exit Polonius.] 

Guildenstern

My honored lord!

Rosencrantz

My most dear lord!

Hamlet   

My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern?
Oh, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do you both?

Rosencrantz

As the indifferent children of the earth.

Guildenstern

Happy in that we are not over-happy. 
On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.    

Hamlet

Nor the soles of her shoe?

Rosencrantz

Neither, my lord.

Hamlet   

Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
her favors? 

Guildenstern

Faith, her privates we.

Hamlet   

In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true, she is 
a strumpet. What's the news?    

Rosencrantz   

None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

Hamlet   

Then is doomsday near. But your news is not
true. Let me question more in particular.
What have you, my good friends, deserved at
the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison
hither?

Guildenstern

Prison, my lord? 

Hamlet

Denmark's a prison.

Rosencrantz

Then is the world one.

Hamlet   

A goodly one, in which there are many large confines,  
wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o'th' worst.

Rosencrantz

We think not so, my lord.

Hamlet   

Why, then 'tis none to you, for there is nothing
either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison.

Rosencrantz   

Why, then your ambition makes it one.  'Tis too narrow 
for your mind.    

Hamlet   

Oh, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count
myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have
bad dreams.

Guildenstern   

Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow
of a dream.

Hamlet   

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Rosencrantz   

Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality 
that it is but a shadow's shadow.

Hamlet    

Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and 
outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to 
th' court? For, by my fay, I cannot reason.

Both

We'll wait upon you.

Hamlet   

No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my 
servants — for, to speak to you like an honest man — I am
most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of    
friendship, what make you at Elsinore?

Rosencrantz   

To visit you my lord, no other occasion.

Hamlet   

Beggar that I am, I am ever poor in thanks, but I  
thank you. And sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear
a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining?
Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me.
Come, come, nay, speak.

Guildenstern   

What should we say, my lord? 

Hamlet   

Why, anything. But to the purpose. You were sent 
for and there is a kind of confession in your looks, which
your modesties have not craft enough to color. I know
the good king and queen have sent for you.

Rosencrantz   

To what end, my lord?

Hamlet   

That you must teach me. But let me conjure you,
by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our
youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and
by what more dear a better proposer can charge you
withal. Be even and direct with me, whether you were sent
for or no.

Rosencrantz   

[Aside to Guildenstern]   What say you? 

Hamlet

[Aside]   Nay, then, I have an eye of you. 
[To Rosencrantz. and Guildenstern.] 
If you love me, hold not off.

Guildenstern   

My lord, we were sent for.

Hamlet   

I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent
your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and
Queen molt no feather. I have of late, but wherefore
I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of
exercise, and indeed it goes so heavily with my
disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems
to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent
canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire — 
why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and 
pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work 
is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite
in faculty, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action, how like an angel, in
apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the
world, the paragon of animals. And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights
not me — no, nor woman neither — though by your 
smiling you seem to say so.

Rosencrantz   

My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

Hamlet   

Why did you laugh, then, when I said man delights
not me?

Rosencrantz   

To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what 
lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they
coming to offer you service.

Hamlet   

He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty
shall have tribute of me. The Adventurous Knight shall    
use his foil and target; the Lover shall not sigh gratis;
the Humorous Man shall end his part in peace; the Clown
shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled o'th' sear
and the Lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse
shall halt for't. What players are they?

Rosencrantz   

Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the 
tragedians of the city.

Hamlet   

How chances it they travel? Their residence both in
reputation and profit was better both ways.

Rosencrantz   

I think their inhibition comes by the means of
the late innovation.

Hamlet   

Do they hold the same estimation they did when I
was in the city? Are they so followed?

Rosencrantz   

No, indeed, are they not.

Hamlet   

How comes it? Do they grow rusty?

Rosencrantz   

Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wonted 
pace. But there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases,
that cry out on the top of question, and are most
tyrannically clapped for't. These are now the fashion, and so
berattle the common stages — so they call them — that
many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose quills and dare
scarce come thither.

Hamlet   

What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? 
How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards,
if they should grow themselves to common players — as
it is most like if their means are not better — their writers
do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own 
succession?

Rosencrantz   

Faith, there has been much to-do on both 
sides, and the nation holds it no sin to tar them to 
controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid
for argument unless the poet and the player went to
cuffs on the question.

Hamlet   

Is't possible? 

Guildenstern   

Oh, there has been much throwing about of brains.

Hamlet   

Do the boys carry it away?

Rosencrantz   

Ay, that they do, my lord, Hercules and his load
too.    

Hamlet   

It is not strange, for mine uncle is King of Denmark, 
and those that would make mows at him while my
father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred
ducats apiece for his picture in little. There is
something in this more than natural, if philosophy
could find it out.
[Music announcing the arrival of the Players.]

Guildenstern

There are the players

Hamlet

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,
come. Th' appurtenance of welcome is fashion and
ceremony. Let me comply with you in the garb, lest
my extent to the players — which, I tell you, must show 
fairly outward — should more appear like entertainment
than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father and
aunt-mother are deceived.

Guildenstern

In what, my dear lord?

Hamlet   

I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is 
southerly, I know a hawk from a hand saw.
[Enter Polonius.]

Polonius

Well be with you, gentlemen.

Hamlet   

[To Guildenstern and Rosencrantz]  
Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too,
at each ear a hearer. That great baby you see there is
not yet out of his swathing clouts.

Rosencrantz   

Happily he's the second time come to them,
for they say an old man is twice a child.

Hamlet   

I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
mark it. You say right, sir, a Monday morning, 'twas
so indeed.

Polonius

My lord, I have news to tell you.

Hamlet   

My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was 
an actor in Rome ...    

Polonius

The actors are come hither, my lord.

Hamlet

Buzz, buzz.

Polonius

Upon my honor.

Hamlet

Then came each actor on his ass.    

Polonius   

The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, 
comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical-historical-
pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-
pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca
cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the
law of writ and the liberty these are the only men.

Hamlet   

Oh Jephthah, Judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou? 

Polonius

What a treasure had he, my lord?

Hamlet   

Why, 
"One fair daughter and no more,
 The which he lovèd passing well."

Polonius

[Aside] Still on my daughter.

Hamlet

Am I not i'th' right, old Jephthah?

Polonius   

If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a 
daughter that I love passing well.

Hamlet

Nay, that follows not.    

Polonius 

What follows then, my lord? 

Hamlet   

Why, 
"As by lot, God wot," 
and then you know, 
“It came to pass, as most like it was." 
The first row of the pious chanson will show you more;
 for look where my abridgments come.
[Enter four or five Players.]

Hamlet

You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well.
Welcome, good friends. [To a young actor]Oh, my old friend!
Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st
thou to beard me in Denmark? [To a boy actor] What
my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer
heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine
Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not
cracked within the ring.  [To all]  Masters, you are all 
welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers — fly at
anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give
us a taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech.

Player

What speech, my good lord?

Hamlet

I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
never acted, or if it was, not above once. For the
play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
caviar to the general. But it was, as I received it —
and others whose judgment in such matters cried
in the top of mine — an excellent play, well digested
in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as
cunning. I remember one said there was no sallets
in the lines, to make the matter savory, nor no matter
in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation,
but called it an honest method. One speech in it I
chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido, 
 and thereabout of it especially where he
speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, 
begin at this line — let me see, let me see.
The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast — 
It is not so; it begins with Pyrrhus — 
The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couchèd in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared
With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot,
Now is he total gules, horridly tricked
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Baked and empasted with the parching streets
That lend a tyrannous and damnèd light
To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'ersizèd with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Phyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.
So, proceed you.

Polonius

'Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good accent 
and good discretion.

Player

Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks. His antic sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command. Unequal match,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide.
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
Th' unnervèd father falls. Then senseless Ilium
Seeming to feel his blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo, his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head 
Of reverend Priam, seemed i'th' air to stick.
So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
But as we often see, against some storm, 
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death. Anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region. So, after Pyrrhus' pause, 
A rousèd vengeance sets him new a-work;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars his armor, forged for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods 
In general synod take away her power,
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven
As low as to the fiends!

Polonius

This is too long. 

Hamlet

It shall to th' barber's with your beard. Prithee, say on. 
He's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on. 
Come to Hecuba.

Player

But who, oh, who, had seen the mobled queen — 

Hamlet

The mobled queen!

Polonius

That's good. Mobled queen is good.

Player

Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flame 
With bisson rheum, a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and, for a robe,
About her lank and all o'er-teemèd loins
A blanket in th' alarum of fear caught up.
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steeped
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounced!
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs.
The instant burst of clamor that she made —
Unless things mortal move them not at all —
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
And passion in the gods.

Polonius

Look where he has not turned his color, and has 
tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.

Hamlet

'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. 
[To Polonius] Good my lord, will you see the players 
well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for
they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than 
their ill report while you live.

Polonius

My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

Hamlet

God's bodykins, man, better. Use every man after 
his desert and who should escape whipping? Use them
after your own honor and dignity. The less they deserve,
the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.

Polonius

Come, sirs.    
[Exit Polonius.]

Hamlet

Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play tomorrow. 
[Aside to the First Player]  
Dost thou hear me, old friend? 
Can you play The Murder of Gonzago?

Player

Ay, my lord.

Hamlet

We'll ha't tomorrow night. You could, for a need, 
study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I
would set down and insert in't, could you not?

Player 

Ay, my lord.

Hamlet

Very well. Follow that lord and, look you, mock him not. 
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]  
My good friends, I'll leave you till night. 
You are welcome to Elsinore.

Rosencrantz   

Good my lord.

Hamlet   

Ay, so, God buy you.
[Exit all but Hamlet.]

Hamlet

Now I am alone.     
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his whole conceit
That, from her working, all the visage warmed,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing,
For Hecuba!     
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,    
That he should weep for her? What would he do
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,     
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculty of eyes and ears. Yet I,    
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak    
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing — no, not for a king
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward? 
Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across,    
Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face,
Tweaks me by th' nose, gives me the lie i'th' throat
As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?
Ha, why, I should take it. For it cannot be    
But I am pigeon-livered, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter; or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!     
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!    
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dead father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
a scullion? Fie upon't, foh!     
About, my brain! I have heard     
That guilty creatures sitting at a play 
Have, by the very cunning of the scene,
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaimed their malefactions.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father     
Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,    
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen    
May be a devil, and the devil hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps,
Out of my weakness and my melancholy —
As he is very potent with such spirits —
Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
More relative than this. The play's the thing    
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.    
[Exit.]