Act 4 - Scene 5
Elsinore. A room in the castle.
Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman
I will not speak with her.
She is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied.
What would she have?
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped
use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
as her winks, and nods, and gestures
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
Let her come in.
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
So full of artless
jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
How now, Ophelia!
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
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