|Character name: ||Hamlet|
|Age Range: ||26 — 32|
|Duration: ||1 — 2 minutes |
|Monologue Type: ||dramatic,classical|
- O, 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 own conceit
- That from her working all his visage wanned,
- Tears in his eyes, distraction in his 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 appal the free,
- Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
- The very faculties of eyes and ears.
- Yet I,
- A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
- Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant for 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 the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat
- As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?
- Ha, 'swounds, 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 ha' fatted all the region kites
- With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
- Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
- O, vengeance!
- Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
- That I, the son of a dear 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 stallion! Fie upon't, foh! About, my brains.
- Hum --
- 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 'a do 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.
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