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How all occasions do inform against me, How events seem to conspire against me. They
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, spur my dulled resolve, forcing me to
If his chief good and market of his time realise I am in danger of loosing every
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. opportunity to accomplish my task. What use
Sure, he that made us with such large is a man if his chief purpose is but to sleep
discourse, and eat? He would be no more than a
Looking before and after, gave us not beast. There is no doubt that our maker, who
That capability and god-like reason created us with such a substantial
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be capacity to think and reason, to learn from and
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple improve upon our past, did not give us
Of thinking too precisely on the event, such capabilities, such powers of intellect,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part simply for them to remain dormant and
wisdom unused. Now whether I’ve been too easily
And ever three parts coward, I do not know distracted by other matters, or it was just
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' cowardly hesitation caused by thinking and
Sith I have cause and will and strength and moralizing too much, contemplating the
means issue to an inordinate degree - and there was
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: some wisdom in this - I do not know
Witness this army of such mass and charge why I have as yet failed to exact my father’s
Led by a delicate and tender prince, revenge, since I have the motive and the
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd justification; I possess the will, the strength
Makes mouths at the invisible event, and the means to do it. Before me are
Exposing what is mortal and unsure events of such significance they inflame my
To all that fortune, death and danger dare, determination and exhort me to fulfil my
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great charge: I’m witnessing this huge, extremely
Is not to stir without great argument, expensive army, led by a sensitive young
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw prince whose spirit and ambition scoffs at
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, danger and any prospect of defeat, who is
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, exposing his soldiers, mere mortal men, to all
Excitements of my reason and my blood, that fate and death dare inflict upon
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see them, all for a piece of land which is hardly
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, worth conquering. True greatness is to
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, fight not only for some major cause, but also
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a when the objective is not so important,
plot when it is more a matter of honour than
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, material gain. Where does that leave me then,
Which is not tomb enough and continent my father murdered, my mother sullied, and
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, despite all the incitement I need to fulfil
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! my purpose, having shunned opportunities to act
decisively, while now, to my shame,
I see the imminent deaths of thousands of men,
deceived by the notion that there is
renown and honour to be found in war, who go to
their graves in numbers the cause
cannot justify, fighting for a plot of land not
big enough to bury all those who will be
slain? From this time forth my thoughts must be
entirely focused on fulfilling my duty
to my father.