Hamlet speaking to Guildenstern and Rosencratz
I have of late,-but wherefore I know not,-lostall my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goesso heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth,seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, theair, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, thismajestical roof fretted with golden fire,-why, it appears noother thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation ofvapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! howinfinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express andadmirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like agod! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, tome, what is this quintessence of dust?
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