Ros. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you?
Ham. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me,
hold
not off.
Guil. My lord, we were sent for.
Ham. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no
feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all
my
mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; 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 firmament, this
majestical
roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other
thing
to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What
a
piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
faculties! 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.
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