| HAMLET | |
I'll be with you straight go a little before. | |
| | [Exeunt all except HAMLET] |
| | How all occasions do inform against me, | |
| | And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, | 35 |
| | If his chief good and market of his time | |
| | Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. | |
| | Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, | |
| | Looking before and after, gave us not | |
| | That capability and god-like reason | 40 |
| | To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be | |
| | Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple | |
| | Of thinking too precisely on the event, | |
| | A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom | |
| | And ever three parts coward, I do not know | 45 |
| | Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' | |
| | Sith I have cause and will and strength and means | |
| | To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: | |
| | Witness this army of such mass and charge | |
| | Led by a delicate and tender prince, | 50 |
| | Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd | |
| | Makes mouths at the invisible event, | |
| | Exposing what is mortal and unsure | |
| | To all that fortune, death and danger dare, | |
| | Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great | 55 |
| | Is not to stir without great argument, | |
| | But greatly to find quarrel in a straw | |
| | When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, | |
| | That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, | |
| | Excitements of my reason and my blood, | 60 |
| | And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see | |
| | The imminent death of twenty thousand men, | |
| | That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, | |
| | Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot | |
| | Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, | 65 |
| | Which is not tomb enough and continent | |
| | To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, | |
| | My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! | |
| | [Exit] |