1 Why, now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman.
2 For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie.
3 O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murdering piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death.
4 It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business.
5 Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing.
6 Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.
7 Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally; and for his passage, The soldiers' music and the rites of war Speak loudly for him.
8 But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.