Hamlet

And spur my dull revenge. What is a man,

If his chief good and market107 of his time

Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.

Sure he that made us with such large discourse109,

Looking before and after110, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason

To fust112 in us unused. Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven113 scruple

Of thinking too precisely on th'event114--

A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom

And ever three parts coward--I do not know

Why yet I live to say this thing's to do117,

Sith118 I have cause and will and strength and means

To do't. Examples gross119 as earth exhort me:

Witness this army of such mass and charge120

Led by a delicate and tender121 prince,

Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed

Makes mouths at the invisible event123,

Exposing what is mortal and unsure

To all that fortune, death and danger dare125,

Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great126

Is not to stir without great argument127,

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw128

When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,

That have a father killed, a mother stained,

Excitements of my reason and my blood131,

And let all sleep, while to my shame I see

The imminent death of twenty thousand men

That, for a fantasy and trick of fame134,

Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot135